If eyes were windows to the soul,
Consider me blind.
If maps point us to places we could go,
Consider me lost.
I'd rather roam around the Earth,
Never knowing where I go,
As long as it means that you would follow.
In between
Table of contents-
No more
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If
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You
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Stayed
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To the girl he left
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Poetry
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Mementos
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Yes, she needed you
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A Drunken Confession
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Paper Planes
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Truth
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Death
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Behind Glassed Bars
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Serenade Me To Sleep
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Let's Stay Hidden
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Tattoed Love
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In love with a man
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Beauty
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Bright Red Wine
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Too Fast
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What is Love?
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New York Dreams
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Wishes
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Used to
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Miss You
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Starry night
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Sweet Nothings
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O
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Human Anatomy
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Things I Cannot Understand
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Known
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Hot & Cold
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To The Lost Souls
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Me
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3:00 AM
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The Writer
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G
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The Saddest Poem I Have Written
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Smokes
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Mirrors
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lost
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tulips
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Indigo
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Tango
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tug of war
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to you
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the little girl
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