Sofia Lyne

Aquamarine,
Shimmering in my darkest dreams;
You're a sweet nectarine- nectar leaking from smoke stained lips.
Trickling down my chin in a simultaneous symphony of love and pure hatred.
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'I'm not a feminist'
Says the woman in a skirt.
'What has politics got to do with me anyways? '
Says the student, achieving her master's degree.
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My heart is filled with shrapnel,
Bullets and shards of glass too,
Its strange to see the distorted, mangled organ that once belonged to you,
I can't help but get the feeling,
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And all this time we're fighting,
And you're just sat there typing,
To your friends,
'Oh what a bitch she's been'
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Everytime I close my eyes,
No matter how hard I squeeze,
I stay in the same place.
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You're hurting me baby,
Why cant you see it,
Why don't you see me,
Why can't you belive it
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People are dying.
Blood is being shed.
Civilians shuffle closer in bomb shelters.
Lives are being lost.
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A flurry of lonley smoke cascades from supple lips before running away in the melanchony febuary breeze.

If this smoke was a person, would i whisper sweet nothings in her ear with a voice as sickeningly degrading as honey before devouring her?
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