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"Thoughts Ablaze"
We're in the back seat of your best friends car. Sterling white lies drop form your lips like pearls that slide against the leather seats. You mess with my mind, ounces of all the things I'm not supposed to be thinking about start gushing through.
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You're staring at me like I hold the world in between my eyes and I don't know what to say. Because the guilt of yesterday still lingers in the air. And I fear with the slightest of touch you might dissipate, become a mere fraction of my fucked up imagination. It is in these moments of internal agony, fluctuations of mirrored happiness that I start needing you. -H
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Poetry-~- "Because someone once said that happiness is overrated but how can that be true when happiness is all that I've ever chased. "-H --Ranking #404 in Literature 17/5/18 ---Ranking #432 in Poetry 12/4/18 ---Ranking #584 in Poetry 11/4/18 ---Ranking...
