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adriann (36)in #poetry • 8 years ago
I love. ..
All my life I’ve read about the girl In the corner of a coffee shop, Sipping tea that wouldnt stay warm enough throughout the duration of her book. Ive read about the boy who…
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adriann (36)in #love • 8 years ago
???
do they still fall in love? or has that gone out of fashion? like the 60’s style and radio and conversations that meant something, before social media killed us. i guess…
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adriann (36)in #poetry • 8 years ago
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nobody taught me how to forgive how to stop spending my last pennies on cigarettes perfume or vintage designer home wear i still keep a tooth for an eye inside my closet…
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adriann (36)in #poetry • 8 years ago
Just me
No matter how trivial or small, There was always that urge to correct, to edit, to enhance? Their intentions weren’t bad or evil, you know. They just thought that if I gave…
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adriann (36)in #poetry • 8 years ago
Requiem of the wretched
Holocaust reminders of land seized and rights stripped by a people claiming superiority with plans of annihilation Caged and counted as bodies mounted The Torah burned but…
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adriann (36)in #me • 8 years ago
Me
When people describe me, they say, “she loves too much, too deeply, beware of her” They say it like it’s an insult, like a disclaimer for every man who enters my life. They say…
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adriann (36)in #poetry • 8 years ago
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I dreamt about you. And it's hard to tell if it was punishment or encouragement. The smell of your skin, the way my cheek felt against your chest, the grumbling vibration your…
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adriann (36)in #poetry • 8 years ago
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She buys her time, thanks to previous ambition. She pays for her own meal. In the clothes that SHE bought. This is her feminine liberation. Endless noise surrounds her. Everyone…
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adriann (36)in #poetry • 8 years ago
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The invisible buzz of electricity between two arms, A big red balloon tied to the wrists of a lost woman, Questions lied up in infinite lines, Oh, I’m sorry, I ran out of…
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