Ninety Degrees°

Ninety Degrees°

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A collection of brain waves painted on a notebook. Ninety degrees, ninety ways to say it all. #923 in poetry as of 8-16-2017 ⭐Aka: a whole lot of sad garbage, written by a garbage liberal teenager. So fun.⭐
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"Your kisses taste like 'I love yous' But Your 'I love yous' are all lies; " "For love, for death and for the fear of losing what we had, we ruined our kindness in the most unloving way. Each night, before laying your head in my arms you whispered rusty tales of gentle kisses and hard punches on our bathroom wall. Now, I feel you on my torn sheet that sings me your lost songs." "It has been crazy, dodging away your poems that bleeds colourless paint. But how can I recite them to my heart that relapses on your words like snorting cocaine." ▪ POEMS ▪ SHORT STORIES ▪ ARTICLES Ranked #22 in Poetry!

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