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NØT NØTHING
This collection of poems, short stories, aphorisms, and prose is written by
Gina Dzuware & Shalyn Delhaes
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open book
eventually
unfinished business1
alive?
last day
getting over you
loss
the problem
chaos
screams
unseen
exhausted
secrets
why
hiding
adore
reasons
what’s left
just for me
broken
distance
ends?
winter
memories
movies
illusions
living
never grow up
suppressing you
moon
away
bullshit
sadness
lay down
people
worlds through windows
special
good talk
realizing
Julia
overwhelming
ocean
please
year of birth
difference
feelings
small things
self-abuse
you & me
little red dress
in between
perfume
art
mainstream
music
generation X
perfection
addiction
death
life9
parasite
labels
vulnerable
ecstasy
let go
magnet
horizon
SAQ
love
life of an sponge
agree
purpose
handle yourself mankind
acquainted stranger
abolish hierarchy
we still don’t know
hurt
I couldn’t care less
unreal
imagination
misophonia
music
remember
Collection of poems
My flaws.
My scars and stigmas.
My curves.
My views.
stop talking
wishes
please
relationship
never
dress up
you
careless
vintage
child in me
switched off
destructive passion
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“Sometimes I wonder if my poems are about my own feelings,
or about someone else’s.”
Shalyn
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so what are you doing now
with all I gave you from me?
I’m scared ‘bout what you’re doing
with all of the pieces of myself
I tried to hide in first place
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and I said to him:
“you may not adore the whole city
but eventually you’ll fall in love with some corners”
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you left with the door open
and took all the glass
from my windows
with you,
now I’m kneeling down
behind your back,
next to these naked walls
of my room
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I’m outside of the town
but I can still hear the sounds
of the city life,
the brown dust
flying with the wind around my head,
my sight is shrouded in mist
I can barely see the lights,
and I’m all on my own