Tori Lizama Poems

It started again
you're more than a friend.
It's happening now
I feel in love again, somehow.
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I love this cruel world that treats herotics all the same
no matter who started what, we're all to blame.
All the cynical and naive people, walking down the street.
Ordinary strangers that we everyday meet.
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Stash the hurtful heart to me
cut the heart into three
Bleed to death but not in sight
for blood might cause ye to fright
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