RandomPoet Anonymous Poems

I will bruise your lips
and scar your knees.
I will come quiet, but when i leave
i will destroy you in the most beautiful way.
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She was art.

The type of art that makes you feel a thousand things at the same time.
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I once read that the ancient Egyptians
had fifty words for sand
and that Eskimo´s had a hundred words for snow.
I wish i had a thousand words for beauty
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