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a bunch of poems | mix

goodbye kiss.

𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝
𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘
𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝
𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍.

𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎
𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗
𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎,
𝚗𝚊𝚢
𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜.

𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚎𝚌𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎
𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗
𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑
𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎
𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜.

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canvas.

𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍
𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎
𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎
𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎
𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑

𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚜𝚊𝚍

𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗
𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎

𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜
𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘
𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝚠𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚠𝚊𝚡

𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗
𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕
𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏
𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛.

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letters.

𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚔
𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍
𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗
𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊
𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑
𝚘𝚏 𝚊
𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊
𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝

𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛;
𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 &
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎

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lowkey lost the draft of the first one and had to rewrite it differently 😔