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I couldn't find the word in one of my poems, so I found them in someone elses'.
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*Vent*Vent*Vent*Vent*Vent*
"...We're not in love yet
But I’m pulling for the fact that it could should might has to happen,
So you’ll know my promises are worn on my hands like lifelines
Permanent.
I'll pull you up into the sky and made you into a constellation that spells "taken"
so that every girl that laughed at your jokes would know that
you laughed at my jokes and
I don’t want the best,
I just need what can pull me out of the worst
So we can both exist as storm clouds on dry summer nights,
Furious"
