Poems by Curing the Comon Cliche

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  • She smokes next to the window
    That the rain makes its way down...

  • Now the chocolates finished
    The roses wilt and brown...

  • I made it clearer than crystal
    But you swore it was not straight...

  • Now we begin the parades
    Pink and red and white...

  • Something to remember one year's day
    I love you Teddy, it's not just something I say...

  • Thank you for your surprise
    Which was not a surprise at all...

  • The storm is getting strong
    Right now is when I slip...

  • She was standing at the edge of the playground...
    She was standing there because this was her...

  • Right here we stop existing
    We stop breathing and we stop dying...

  • Flood (2)

    Close my eyes
    Don't need to make a sound...

  • She says that she needs it
    But does she really mean it...

  • Give me something how bout answers maybe?
    Give something how bout bullets maybe give me a...