I’m accustomed to toxicity and can’t control myself when I’m near it.
September 2015
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he was quite
a lovely fellow
his clouds
spoke waves
his transcend
brought daze
his hands
his heart
his dark
all the shades
a scent too strong
to land
but not to crash
to feel himself
by himself
and only
one’s selfa love for him and only him
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I didn’t know what it was, who I was or who he was. I just knew what we could have become as one.