Poems from ashes321

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20. dangerously high hopes.
last night you came to me your mouth spewing endless lies and unforgivable apologies   last night you came to me with those daring three...
there's something about having the right setting to write in. maybe it's the pen or sometimes the paper, the December air that is...
This dream, it's haunting me a horrible picture where you die. For whatever reason I can't shake it from my mind flashbacks, leading to...
i'm not sure that i understand exactly what happened. you promised me a home but you left me abandoned. was i not good enough? did i do...
she was not a creator of words but instead it was as if a library thrived within the threshold of her mind each book; a different memory...

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