poetry in the garden

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poetry | ohhh you wish poetry is for the dark soul flesh and bones, you wish poetry far away from your irreverence realitytv show, but i swear my soul in my hand, poetry stand between my cheap makeup, inside my capital image, through the lost trends i desperate try to attend, poetry should be beside my bad english, my mistakes, my words chosen in french, poetry is always there, since high school in cold blood, making me cry in bed, poetry is inside the terrible words boys told me, the ones i kept, and told myself, trying to sleep while it's running against my skin