There are a few things in this poem that may not seem too great to you, but there are reasons - I've thought long and hard about them. So before you comment telling me what I already know and have reasons for, please read the following
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Today feels like the day he ripped your heart in two, yet you have no reason why. Today is merely a day when she's not there, and it tells you something that it feels as bad as Then. Today feels like the day you almost died
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The curve of your waist dips in, dips out; the wave of this crescendo my heart is riding. The swell of your breasts that flush with blood when we talk (I hope your passion, rising, seeking me), red roses of my future kisses - they flourish but then fade: down from your cheek, to the skin of your neck, the softness I would nip with my teeth. And
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The darkness creeps in on me, Though there is my light, shining - On all four sides. To escape I collapse inwards on myself, The ticking of my watch as it beats, Folded up against my heart.