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- Why PMS and Shakespeare don't mix. at allpoetry
. - Fleeting. Or something. I suck at titles. at allpoetry
. - CWII Assignment. Such a catching title. at allpoetry
tralalalalalala through the daisies. - Result of Third Block Economics at allpoetry
And what's the worst you can do? Slap me on the wrist, - Result of First Block Chemistry. at allpoetry
I've crushed souls with these hands brushed the crumbs from my fingers - Love laced with Arsenic at allpoetry
Between miles of distance / We lose ourselves / We separate / Grudges embedded in pavement. / I run, / I crawl, / Limbs a / tick-tock / timebomb clock. / Would I lie to you? / A hundred - Love is Deaf, not Blind. at allpoetry
Baby, you always looked best in the dark. / Baby, can I claw out your chest, / Can I save your heart? / Baby, you always looked best in the dark. / Baby, can I claw your skin, / Can I lay you bare again? / Baby, y - [ This is the House Jack Built ] at allpoetry
This is the House Jack Built / Crumbling Stone Walls / Floors of shattered glass / Silk flowers line the roof / And spit fume and flame / in her creaking rocking chair / the lady of symmetry / absorbs it / wit - Medusa, v2.0 at allpoetry
A jealous wench / She always was / Her hands that could not reach / Lead weights bound her feet / But she had other ways to hypnotize / Her skin may have been ice / But her eyes, those were fire. /
