poem
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I like the color of my coffeeIn the morningFreshly brewed with a splash of cream It’s a color I feel warm under my skinIt feels like homeFor here or to go It’s the color of everythingThat makes life possibleAn impersonation of our simplest pleasuresCozied in our favorite mug I find it new every dayCan you…
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How do I describe the watercolorsThat flood my mind when I think of you?The string of lights that line my heartWhen I do things I can’t undo
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The coldest spot in the houseIs the warm shadow leftOn your side of the bedThe farthest I’ve ever beenIs lying next to youWhen our fingers touch but our palms don’t ever meetIt’s always almostBut never thereWhere did we go wrong? Feeling you pull away’cause nowhere’s a better placeThan here in my heartWhat am I but…
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Three course meal every dayBreakfast made to orderRotating juice box and LaysSo I never get bored Open my lunch my classmates say“Oh my God what is that smell?”I ask for cafeteria food insteadRectangle pizzas every day Who the hell would want that shit?Only someone who wants to fit inBut when you’re young you don’t knowThe…
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I remember that old apartmentYou said it was too small for usBut my whole world was so big‘Cause you filled it up with love And I danced to every CDWith my little brotherSure it was small, our familyBut it was always enough Two little snowballs climbing up the busWe turn and wave to our only…
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