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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I miss you I bake the ashes of burnt photos of you when I've given up lies I chew memories of you like bittersweet cuds, mix it up with my tears to paint the tragedies of a war that never made it into any history book than our diaries How our children mourns from the future - Seeds beautiful to enchant angels away from their first estate! When I miss you I laden fireflies with wishes and sonnets from my sighs and lyric themed with the man you left smashed mercilessly against the door Do they ever get to you swinging between stars? Could your tears be this dew on my roof because they touched your heart? When I miss you, I price the smallest things that reminds me of you as a goldmine Misery comes as a stern auditor to account for every tear I stole from your eyes Evil cackles from 'this-could-have-been-us' leaves me to the hangman within who would not be appeased with diamond blames and golden excuses When I miss you I cry, coiled sadly under my blanket I gnash my teeth staring at the ruins that fitted well in the mould of paradise I sit up at midnight to write to hope now too blind to regard letters I still walk down spots I saw magic graze in your eyes and eat up the leftover hays your unicorn left in between the pages of your thriller holding it proudly to my chest like sacred scriptures I wish I was not too holy to have pushed your filth away when I knew I had so much acidic tears to wash you clean from guilt I stagger into your arms in my head when I'm drunk with my favourite beer pouring from my eyes While I'm stabbed by every note of our favourite song on repeat, playing softly on the radio.
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