Josh McNair Poems

slit my wrist and let it bleed
there isnt room in this place for me
the danger of love
burning in fire
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What happens to the lovers you've lost and you've had
When time doesn't allow there body to last
Stories paint pictures of what you can never say
Life writes chapters on the blankest of page
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is it possible to have something perfect?
everything i see points to no
but do i stop trying
do i stop looking?
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she is genuine
a trait now lost
she is trustworthy
almost to a fault
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