A kiss to cure but infects deeper still.
Kiss and controll. Kiss and LACK of control.
His smile still burns as its embers scorch my memory and obliverates what should be importaint
but
pales against what he does to me.
I'll stain like you've been stained and i've collapsed inward
His smile that raises her to wrathlike heights then smashes her against
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who grinned at life in empty joy,
slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
and whistled early with the lark.
in winter trenches, cowed and glum,
with cramps and lice and lack of rum,
he put a bullet through his brain.
no one spoke of him again.
you smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
who cheer when soldier lads march by,
sneak home and pray you’ll never know
the hell where youth and laughter go...
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I miss you.
Exams in about 30 days.
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yes! i miss you too! ive so so so so (you have no idea) so much to tell you, what days are you free in the second week? I would much like a catch up and a cup of tea.
and thirty days?! HA I WISH. i have two english trial exams this week and our teacher hasn't even taken us through poetry properly yet. snaps for her. I may just call you two this week, if that would be alright with you. I really want to organise something!
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