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Option 7.
Personal poetry is not really one of good points but I had to get it out.
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Thrown to the dogs
Scolding in the fire
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Every day, every night
The colours never die
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A touch to make me shiver
Like a Winters crispy breeze
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This mind, heart, right here, is bully proof
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Bows and pretty curls
Entangled to you, surprise.
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Every human has the power to kill
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All I'd get would be your crispy smile
And your crackled marrow bones
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Gold is to starry twinkles
As ocean is to sandy shores
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My love, with her radience and attitude
Flicks a middle finger.
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The rippling sea water, the swaying grass
The winking stars and friendly tropical breeze
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I know you don't like me
But I like to pretend you might do
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That tick-tock tick-tock
Broke her pencil neatly in half
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There's a wood nymph in my closet
She made her home with twigs and leaves
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He has these long fingers
Shaped long and carefully as if,
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No echos of rain drops
No tap, tap, tapping on the window
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In etched picturesques, and literature
Plagarism, censorised news cuttings
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Our worlds collided
Like the negative to the positive end
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All those fickle dreams
Broken threads of hope
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Once upon a moonlit night
She drunk her sorrows into the stars
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Of a seventh heaven,
Of the clouds, the birds, the smell of dew
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The hubbub drives me crazy
Please hear me
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If you believe you will never find love, you shall stop yourself from finding it
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Souls raping souls
Demons molesting the night
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Devine for just one heart beat
In between screams
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I never believed my eyes when I saw it
I always told them all
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Her torso a daze of colours
Tattoos weaved themselves on her curves
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"Oh god 42" you're thinking
Don't worry about it
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