Creative Writing
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Why must I, Swipe a single tear, Always a single tear, From one solitary eye? Its boldness in blue coloring, Its boldness in shaded contours, Has come from some deep well Full of emotions from Hell. You’ve long been the memory, You’ve long been the tragedy. The woman meant to be my destiny, Now broken…
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The way that scorn lifts a needle To thread my existence into shape, To weave an unforeseen future, Filled with great uncertainty, Makes me hold a blade at my wrists, Fills my eyes with the Earth’s oceans, Empties my heart of its contents For something else to be grown, Never me. The world has long…









