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Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

Ana Dee

I was on fire. You didn’t even hesitate stepping into the flames. After tonight I am certain all the neighbors know your name.
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Fire Myself Relationship Sex Sound Yourself
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Eyes Forget Lost Love Myself Run Time Yourself
You are a waterfall of a woman. It’s no wonder why you’re always ready to spill.
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Water Woman Wonder Yourself
Lightening lover I wonder if you know you’re the reason why I’m always chasing the storm.
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Light Love Myself Reason Storm
I set sail eagerly and hungrily on the sea of love, to which there is no end in sight – only bright beginnings.
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Beginnings Bright Deep End Love Myself Sea View
He looks at me as if I’m the flame and he’s the sea; he’d turn his tide for a chance to burn with me.
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Burn Flame Himself Love Myself Relationship Sacrifice Sea
I dream about the body I wish I had and all the ways I could be touched in it.
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Body Dream Myself Touch
Understand my soul – it’s the only love language I care for you to know.
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Care Language Love Myself Soul Understand Yourself
Tell me I’m your sweet thing so I can simmer in sweet dreams tonight.
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Dreams Fall In Love Myself Night Relationship
I kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.
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Alive Dream Eyes Feeling God Kiss Myself Sun
I imagine myself cold as ice falling into your open arms. Everyone says it’s beautiful where I am but I’d rather be where you are.
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Beautiful Cold Imagination Myself Yourself
I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.
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Dream Myself Visit Writing
If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.
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Hope Love Relationship
The night is wine and we’re the stars.
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Night Relationship Stars Wine
Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?
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Beautiful Deep Myself Search Stars
I write to feel closer to you.
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Feeling Myself Poet Writing Yourself

Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

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