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Bright lights put me in a trance,
but it ain't house music
that makes me wanna dance.


Scorpio | Lesbian | Poet | Colorado | 20

i say nigga too much
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my poetry

take off your panties and mail them to me

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Lovers in hell
      burning with shame.
      Has this always been the
price to pay,
      when two beautiful women
    collide?
Have you ever felt alone?
  Have you ever felt alive?
Flames will wake you
and keep you close in hand.
       Scorching your skin
     as you call for her again.
Tell her you love her more then
you could ever love a man,
    although she never hears your voice decend.
The end is near and you’re alone
You’re guessing it makes sense
      she blazed this whole place.
Save you the work, 
       since all the pictues are gone.
Saved you the tears that
        that are already dried up.
Lovers in hell
    always told to be ashamed.
Already prosecuted until our death day.