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After the Fire
There are types of wildflowers that can only grow after fireOnly after flame has scorched the landscape can their seeds take rootThey lay dormant in the soil, ignited by the rage aboveStealing energy and heatWaiting for the flames to abateAnd then they burst through in blinding color We were wildflowers and fire, you and I…
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Womanhood
i wonder if being a woman means that you never feel like your body belongs to youlike you are a marionette at bestjerkedbentmolded and if you outgrow your shapethen you are the jester not in on the jestyou were made to be laughed atpicked at or a partyou are a thing so smile, darlingthe least…
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Our Love Story
I was wrapped up in your old cardigan imagining we were a love song by Taylor SwiftWe were gonna be endgame But it turns out we were more like a horror story from Stephen KingStarting out smooth until I could see the demon in your eyes Love couldn’t cure the monster in youAnd let you…
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Vanilla
You were like vanilla ice creamSweetSafeBland I needed that rocky road kind of lovinNeeded something more than you could give Even if I covered you in chocolate sauce and sprinklesYou’d still be the same flavor underneath I’d always be craving something moreMaybe you were ready to melt for me But my sweet tooth could never…
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