pretence + bad grammar i am the most minimalistic of millennial minimalist hipster writers, all my #poems are about #depression and my truest love, the guy that let me borrow his lighter, outside a poetry slam his eyes were blue and his soul was grey, like myself, he'd forgotten what it was like to bask in happiness, an independent climate without a single warm day, i wilted at his tortured beauty i asked him his name but he didn't reply, which only added to his mystique, if he kissed me, i am certain i would instantly die, but it's okay because i'd know there's a god
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