the most poisonous versions
of self
are the ones scraped along the surface
and mangled before our eyes.
(your eyes flood with that
which they never wanted to keep.)
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The Second Time
Poesía☾ This is a book of drafts of dorky, hopeless poems, poem-ish works, and rants that usually make no sense whatsoever. I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them. ☽ Copyright © 2015 by something1d, all rights reserved. Poetry...