

this poem is me1.this poem is me
I started this poem at midnight with cigarette smoke choking my skin
and the outside air clogging up
my cold lungs.
The damp floor stole my seat, so I just stood in the dark looking up.
2.
I see nothing-ness, just black with the occasional pale yellow moon clambering into my view. I like how eyelashes curl upwards
and the blue of your irises, but that doesn’t matter, not now everything has squeezed into shadow.
And the clouds - well they just hold onto happy things, letting go of the ugly
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green life...
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Love in the past is nothing but a memory.
Love in the future is nothing but a fantasy.
Its only here and now that we can truly love.
Visste inte att du var så skillad på det här me fotografering. Suuperhärliga bilder verkligen!
Fluff! Hoppas att vi syns snart nån gång! Var ju typ ett halvår sen sist känns det som.
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Watch out before your cup of tea suddenly tastes like spilled seawater
Hur står det till? VAd har ni för er i skolan?
Ps! Lite orsingar här på DA är Adiovector (Hannes) Mooneyman (Adam) och Ivarbert (Daniel) om du inte redan "hälsat på" dem då. Ha det så göttans!
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Watch out before your cup of tea suddenly tastes like spilled seawater
I watch your gallery and I LOVE especially "circle of life" is a brillant idea! very very nice!!
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