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I Sent The Text: A Poetry Series

This poetry series is about a love affair that was meant to be doomed from the beginning. Signs were appearing yet the characters in the sto...

Name On My Lips

your name on my lips
once tasted like beautiful poetry
your name on my lips
now tastes like cigarettes
echoes of your laughter,
echoes of your screams—
they tell me to smile,
they tell me to cry
something that started under moonlight
ended beneath dark clouds

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