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The early years are so easily wasted the spent lovers lie in the naked streets. Bodies hang loosely over each other, a bitter taste of nicotine stains their lips. Still, those two crave even more much more than the other can give. There has been light constant rain calling for their kissing hour to start.…

The day I wrote my first poem every inch of my soul was still buried under this deep soil. With miles more still to go, I’ve kept on writing these poems posting a string of non-stop words, some could argue they make little sense, while others have spent hours digging themselves even further down. Then…

After all, today is the moment of truth, with no two ways about it, it’s getting harder and harder this thing I’m trying to explain. There are some girls who complain about people and their reactions, like an obvious infection, that’s sometimes hard to expel. So perhaps this irrational love feature, most likely genomed in…

Trying to see her for myself in a crowd of strangers. I’m over here, trying to get close again. I can’t quite move forward, there’s too much glass on the floor and I swore I swept earlier before. Trying to avoid the shards now, I can’t quite afford getting cut on this her deliberate voice…

From the start of yesterday words were coming to the surface there for a second, but then soon gone. The Utopiangirl had reappeared, and with little or no real notice she was tucked up in her usual position. Her pristine favorite place, and even though she hates that word there’s something about her pain that…