Poems from csweeter

My mother did not lay the egg For me to be perfect. It is not her genes who made me a beautiful destruction For she is love and empathy  ...
you are a queen who lives on her throne. it fits her quite nicely.   - unique
The bags under your eyes hold the beauty of a sack of gold.The stretch marks on your thighs are how high you have reached for the stars.The...
I was blank. There was no variation in color In my eyes   I was Empty There was nothing in my heart To grow my emotions   It’s interesting...
i feel excitement rushing through my veins like the amazon river   i feel adrenaline pounding against me like the crash of a waterfall  ...

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