more.bad.poetry

where awkward private thoughts become public knowledge.

Fireworks

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You’re no more mine than the time we spend together
Moving moments sped up, and slowed in between
Something so beautiful in one moment,
Clear –
Ethereal, almost;
Then fading like light from the sky giving way to the darkness of the stars.

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Author: hairlikehoney

A girl. With thoughts. That are weird. And random. Who can be bribed with bacon cheese fries. Who figured out how to bleed bad thoughts onto a page and then let them go.

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