Unpatched Poems - Poems about Unpatched

...Subway It’s 3 a.m. on the subway. I’m high and lonely. A little girl in a womans body. Oversized hoodie and ripped jeans. Messy bun and tear stained cheeks. An empty stomach under a shattered......

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...Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant, In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent. Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead, Many......

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...My love, Remember when I said I won’t write anymore for thee? I was wrong. My emotion was overflowing That my heart cannot bare anymore. Thy love for me Was the sweetes......

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...I've been torn and broken apart, I have no soul no more all I have is emptiness. You have no idea what I've been through but is not worse than others; my wall of joy, peace, happiness and chari......

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