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HoldTheNoise

Published: Aug 7, 2012

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a rainbow spectrum of soft bruises nestles in the space between her fingertips and heartbeat. a silent reminder of all the nights she spent in the solitude of your company.

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random words on the page speak of broken dreams and pent-up rage spilling out ink from the pen burn it all start again

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Been doing a lot of free verse lately....
_{I promise I'll get back to rhyming soon!!

Just.....just let me savor this a little while longer Cx}

Poem © Sadee Esquivel

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DireWolfwere

Aug 17, 2012

oh I love free verse, this one is beautiful <3 I'm probably interpreting this totally wrong like I usually do buuuuuut it makes me think of a person who is abused and so the abuser's company really isn't company at all x:

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