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J.
1 by Poet on the Piano
I’m thankful for him the way a lost
child is thankful for the moon...
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I’ve never written a poem about her,
but I miss her...
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You broke my heart,
and the worst part is...
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I went to work today and now I feel dead
except fact check - I’m not dead...
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You are afraid, not sure,
What did your mama tell you to preserve...
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Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't...
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When you disturb
me, I feel as if you...
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Specific dates used to never matter to me;
I didn’t have anything significant...
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Though you're no longer in my sight,
you're always in my heart, holding tight...
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An ocean floods
your eyes. Flares the wound...
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Did you see my face?
Even though it was so dark...
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Rebel, rebel broken and dishevelled
The rolling stone reduced to a pebble...