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My dreams are livid,
They talk about you,
You over shine the moon I made in my dreams,
Your fingertips built gardens,
Those eyes of the siren,
Made my heart thump,
It is just a matter of time,
My love will be buried,
The ashes of the dead,
Mixed with my tears,
The flowers will bloom,
Like they never had,
And laugh at me,
Now I know,
You did not betray me,
I betrayed the moon,
For someone who's dead.
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-Krishna Parmar
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Little Lit-fucks [Unfinished Forever]
Puisi[Here are some of the poems and snippets written by me. Every part is a standalone.] . "You were a priority I couldn't have." "I was a priority you wouldn't want." . "Finding you was a choice, Falling in love was my hell." . "Dedication; These are...