Poems by Curing the Comon Cliche

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  • The words are breaking through the bones
    Snapping like splinters in a tree...

  • There's no drug for irony
    If you know what I was thinking...

  • Alice sat by the water searching for a reflection...
    She always wondered why she couldn't see herself...

  • Grip the steering wheel
    White knuckles means no blood...

  • Cold slip
    Happened again...

  • Ripped open layer of eye eyelids
    Headache made me feel like sh it...

  • The rocks are lined with velvet moss
    We've been here for so long...

  • Life gave me my grade today
    I thought I deserved better but I guess I thought...

  • What we destroy, and what angels pretend
    There is a fine line, between a occurrence and a...

  • Leo todas tus palabras
    Canto todas tus coplas...

  • Crack up the volume, till it blows the speakers
    Like the left side of my head...

  • Goodnight pillow,
    Let the deep black ensue us both...