Poems from zari.

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Poetry is an art, not just words written on a sheet of paper.
My phone rings; I'm anticipating, hoping that it's you. But it isn't. My phone is on four percent, and I'm wishing that it will just die,...
I sit and relax, to figure out the things that I lack, To make myself a better person, but I feel the world is caving in on my shoulders,...
I can look in your eyes and see the pain that he put you through, But baby, trust and believe, I'm hurting too, And they say that two...
Day by day, by day; I've waited to hear you say my name that wasn't my name. Baby. I've waited for you to save me from this wrecked mind...
Your dark brown eyes were my favorite thing to look at every night. It was like they gave me light to shine over my darkened day. And...

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