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I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.

Nicole Lyons

I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
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Death Lose Myself Try
When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.
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Break Challenge Myself Talk Yourself
Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.
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Afraid Heart Myself Time
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
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 calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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Calm Fire Heaven Hell Himself
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
Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
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Dance Intense Lost Love Myself Return
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
I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.
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Break Myself Yourself
I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.
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Light Moon Myself Taste Thinking Yourself
She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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Carry Flower Hands Herself Instagram Captions Morning Taste Wild
I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
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Easy Kiss Lips Myself
One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
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Death Fall Grace Myself Pieces
I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
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

I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.

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