Tag: Poem
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box – a poem
my life – a box and the walls made of you you were the one to decide what went in what could get out how shaky it would get or calm I tried to climb you pushed me down when I was too still you would pin your words into my flesh tear…
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“Colours”
i believe in giving people space, so they can truly be themselves. i want them to show me their true colours, their real values, all of their layers. the face they hide beneath the one painted on them by others in the colours of perception & judgment. for we tend to try to live up…
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Melody
Dear lover, there is a melody in the way you speak and i never get tired of it. – veronika foer (featured picture by @yannickoetter)
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Glow
Dear lover, i search for your glow in their eyes. i never find it. -veronika foer
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void – a poem
Veronika Foer 