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  • Apr 29, 2015

    Sadly, we live in a world where privileged white people believe they have the capability to fathom what it’s like to be an unprivileged African American, who doesn’t understand anything other than the violence in which they receive.

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  • Apr 28, 2015

    We live in a world where everybody wants to be the pretty crier.

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  • Apr 27, 2015

    birds and boats
    sleepless holes
    hearts upon beds
    sheets left dead

    we lied a tune
    a song of sultry
    three times too rough
    beyond the road, the willow
    the sign that said enough

    we licked our sheets
    flew with bees
    stood upon roses
    but stung our hearts on a stone
    that left us jaded

    the walls we held
    hearts that if only
    we were otherworldly
    but sadly, just a ‘64 mustang
    that could only

    1964
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  • Apr 26, 2015

    We were twisted in a sense that nothing else truly mattered. We could die and that was it. We just were and the moment simply was, and it happened to be perfect regardless of all our imperfections.

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  • Apr 25, 2015

    I think, maybe, at the time I was just lonely.

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  • Apr 24, 2015

    What I desire is what I desire and what you desire is what you desire. What most people fail to understand is the pronoun you.

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  • Apr 23, 2015

    bliss of the morning
    a wednesday
    the smell of your coffee
    brown ’n bits
    trembled kisses
    but excitement rose
    sadness withered
    the fog had begun
    erosion to come
    with mountain’s too tall
    we sung a tune
    how the sky was too blue
    but we were the mixture
    the change of purple
    a texture of love, devotion
    sudden soft motions
    simply, our bittersweet moment
    of that potent wednesday morning

    coffee beans
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  • Apr 22, 2015

    We get caught up in a moment forgetting that it’s simply a moment, which is equivalent to a millisecond of our lives.

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  • Apr 21, 2015

    You were paradise and I wanted a vacation.

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  • Apr 19, 2015

    You always can, but we sit in the heaviness of our mind making us believe that we can’t.

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