Iris
It was as beautiful as her name. © 2014.
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astronomy•poetry
these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
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shades of red
when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
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Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
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Almost | ✓
Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
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