mr inbetween

I have nothing poetic to write anymore.

Somewhere in the whirldwind of broken hearts and almost-a-year-after-we-broke-up sex (hah, we should make an anniversery out of it. what material should i stab you in the back with? is it ivory yet?), the looming exams waiting impatiently to tear me down and rip apart my dreams, the thick musty STATIC air inside my veins... I have lost myself. The poetic, lonely mask of me has lost the former to accentuate the latter. I miss you, stranger of my past. I miss you, non(less!)-cliched-writing.

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mr inbetween
the beautiful and the damned
inflammatory writ
blank
If you don't love me..
No place like home
Give me your eyes
in the aeroplane.
wishing well.
Fishing the sky
grammar
Joan of Arc
You called me lucky..
Feeling disconnected?
wonderland?
We're all mad here
Veggie tales.
covered in snow
My theme song
Suppress it if you can.
All Floating in Glass
i love you.
Goodbye
Envy
The Voice of Reason
For better or worse.
nirvana
Glasses
Lullaby
e.e cummings
Malaria Hysteria
Arienette
An ocean soul
..hesitate.
to the bones.
my name
Is it his brown eyes?
How long?
December
.
Sososo.
i hear your name
We are nowhere
&
A Little Princess
Haiku madness.
The dream is over.
Whew.
Oh.
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