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I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

Nicole Lyons

And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
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Deep Forever Myself Pieces Search
He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship
You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
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Tame Woman Yourself
You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.
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Burn Fan Fire Flame Hate Love Yourself
Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
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Business Forever Hate Heart Love Myself Patience
He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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Himself Kill Light
Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
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Alone Heart Memories Myself Regret Service
I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.
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Breathe End Himself Leaving Taste
You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.
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Break Heart Love Perfection Yourself
I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
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Eyes Face Force Myself See Smile
The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.
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Ability Philosophy Purity Right Soul Storm Wrong
Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
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Heart Illusion Love Mindset
She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
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Beautiful Courage Darkness Earth Herself Strange
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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Himself Letter Love Myself Way
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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Choice Hard Life Nature Poet
Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
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Art Character Judgement Love Poet Poetry Reveal Thinking

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

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