True

 Tis' only one who ye' shall know,
the weathered boney her shall show,
doth it may be the worldly known.

but I shall see the hidden thrown,
the armored wounds who hide below 
the pinked hart no longer glowed,
for they shall only know her loved.

In this shattered cove she lie,
​lies and lies ye, know her by. 

 

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idbailey23

VT

19 years old

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    Swings

    I remember being younger when the playground was in bloom, 

    You told me that I had a choice to use just one; But whom? 

    The slide was overcrowded and I could never get a ride, 

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    May this envy be contagious?

    These naughts of mine that always rise come as dreams in cages?

    I might recon that is so,

    Yesterday as I sat down it started then to snow.

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  • Poetry

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    Decisions

    Four corners set each way, 
    And I still sit in the box. 
    The left could sin me, 
    Right could win me, 
    Front or back could block. 
    I could become a famous tool, 
    Or infamously triumph, 

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