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It h u r t s
when you pretend.Everything we share reeks,
the air,
the bed.I h a t e it
when you talk to me
but I still answer thee.Not tearful eyes,
just another empty soul who dies.I can't h e l p but smile,
this pain hurts,
but I love it,
because it is mine.Eyes that hypnotize,
your lips I have m e m o r i z e d.×
-Alondra h.s.
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PoesiaSometimes I can only recall encrypted fragments of my hollow life and sometimes the present memories become nothing but scatter puzzles with a missing part I may never find. -Updates whenever my soul comes back- 04/03/2017 #688 in Poetry