Poems from ashes321

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20. dangerously high hopes.
I used to pray every night For my mother to get well For my father to fix his bad habits For my brother to not fail But nothing ever...
Religion A scattered piece of information A figment of someone’s imagination Is it even real? Everyone always says to me Not to jump off...
There was a girl with golden hair Who used to sit in front of me  As I took the train home And she would sing, “What about Angels” And now...
The taste of your name Lingering on my tongue Such a bitter taste for a word Like the reminiscence of blood On my lips that you touched So...
Sometimes Late at night I think about you on my train ride home A long night at work Leaning over the bar Just to get more money Men are...

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