Poems from fleurel

an architect of words, trying to build something honest.
i think of you and the butterflies, swarming my stomach, swim up and up to my throat in a tornado.my gums are growing flowers, making...
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I tried to fall in love,  and love fell away from me.  Music tastes and edited imagery can’t disguise the doubts of the reality that you...
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Hi! I’m a fan. Or should I say, I am a breathing sex toy, screaming ATM machine, teeny-bopper obsessive drama queen? I am nothing! What’s...
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When people ask me who I am, I stutter, because for some reason, the language of myself is foreign to me. We could call it a result of...