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…you were my sun, and I stared straight into you, squinting, like I wanted you to be the last thing I ever saw. |
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“Grew up so afraid of all these bed time stories / read them like a warning / forever wasn't for me / 'til I met you” - Bedtime Stories by Mothica. |
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The more expensive you buy them |
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God is our collective |
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...we killed those darlings on social platform poetry |
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Humble heroes are so clear |
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Do not let them define you by your gender, because then they shackle you with that |
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"Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City is such a good song. |
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Poetry purpose is to build connections by appealing to the senses. When we attempt to express our feelings, we open up a connection to understanding ourselves. When someone else reads what we express, there’s an a opportunity for a possible connection. |
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“I am not a woman, I’m a god |