Not My Type
“You’re not my type,” Was like daggers to the heart, The instance where I learned to disappear. In that limelight,
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rejection
The Aftermath of Night, a Welcome to Day
Welcome to Day Light spattered dusty boards live with a stretching creak, as empty sideways glasses glint, their rouge stained
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Enemies, But Not By My Measure
Fluid my thoughts, nefarious thoughts held at my periphery, bound by my choice of rejection, as others try to pervade
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Seven Times
Seven Times Seven times you asked, and seven times the silent reply held, the tongue cannot abide the lie,
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