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FRIENDSHIP

 

 

 

Some Friends are necessary for life. 
As the air.  As the water and food
Those friends, help us, to survive 
In our hearts running, same as blood 

 

They offer faithful trusted advice
And always keep the shining smile
Show satisfaction pureily, so nice
Have bounties tool, deeply as Nile

 

They never get argument to complain
They ever look for the cheerful talk to ...

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advice   air   argument   benazouz   blood   bounties   brain   cheerful   complain   deep   faithful   food   friendship   heart   help   keep   life   look   necessary   nice   nile   offer   pray   pure   run   satisfaction   say   share   shine   smile   sure   survive   talk   tool   trust   water

My Fault Again

He made our argument physical again tonight

Every time I think it's the last

Leaving him isn't an option

Plus, where would I go?

 

My heart can't take the cruel words or pain

Eventually, I'll learn how to cope.

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sad   alone   angry   relationship   argument   confused   lonely   mental health   tired

Evolution of a Domestic Argument (From the Male Perspective)

Nope. Not. No, I won't!
I dare not. Do not. I don't!
Shall? Shan't! Shall I, not!
Can? Can't! Can it sot!
Never. Never. Never again!
 Okay, sorry. I give, you win.

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argument   love   concession

dust

dust

 

dust settles

dead skin

I trace my finger

through you

wishing you

were here

not gone

in a cloud

of dust

not spread

across my

furniture

like winterfall

and so

I don’t clean

I sit and stare

at the places

you have been

the places

where you

touched me

kissed me

before the rage

and arguments

...

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dust   dusty room   leaving   argument   sadness   lost love

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