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Poems.

I suppose these are just little pieces of me, wrapped up in words.

The forgotten melodies of my mind.

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12. Sharpening

i sharpened my pencils
Into stubs
And watched graphite bruises
Fall to the floor
i liked destroying.
i sharpened my tongue –
Honed a blade –
And watched it cut your wrists
To match mine
i liked destroying;
It meant i wasn’t the only one
Who was destroyed.

 

 

Written for a character of my own creation. I am actually that sad.
 

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