the start of some poems:

even after
a thousand hurts..
a thousand lies
i still bleed

a rhapsody of feelings
evil still dominates
a thousand shards later
i still bleed


a smile
then a smirk
a few too many hurts
and then some more
a beautiful game
of hide-n-seek
you a player
and i so meek


a mole (?)
on the right cheek
hesitant (?)
facing the camera
over-confidence (?)
when a girl speaks

a smile
and then a peek ;)


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