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We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.

Zuzanna Szostak

Hatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
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Growth Hate Sea Struggle
We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
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Bed Hands Love Sky Summer Talk Togetherness
Sometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
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Mindset Missing Place State Time
I believed less is what I needed, what I tried to achieve; I thought less is more, better, the minimalistic beauty of life.
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Achievement Beautiful Believe Life Minimalism Myself Need Try
Blissful comfort of pain and sorrow ravishes my rationality and drinks up my hope, for even thee whom I romanticize so deeply leaves me in a pool of intrusive thoughts telling me no matter what I say or do even the mirror despises you.
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Bliss Comfort Hate Hope Mirror Myself Sorrow Yourself
When the grass turns brown nobody seems to care. It’s just temporary, they say yet I can feel it will stay and stay.
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Care Feeling Grass Myself Nature Stay Temporary
No matter where we are, what air we breathe or which stars we are under. Your eyes always take me to dream land; that inner child-like peace of mind. That I crave when you’re gone and afar and I only see you when in my sleep.
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Breathe Crave Dreams Mindset Peace Sleep Stars Yourself
I want you here beside me, to make me feel like the only pearl you’d be looking for in the ocean.
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Feeling Love Ocean Priority Yourself
Hatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
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Growth Hate Sea Struggle
And when I was looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that beneath these scars lies a woman, that is good that is kind, that I myself aspired to be.
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Aspiration Goodness Kind Mirror Myself Scars Woman
A feeling deliciously bitter lingers on my tongue. It’s sharp relish urges me to keep my mouth shut and my conscience clear. Though how can one act so when one’s veins are stuffed with what’s not said before?
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Act Conscience Deep Delicious Feeling Oneself Tongue
The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
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Beautiful Myself Mystery Night Silence Soul
Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.
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Beg Breathe Drink Myself Prayer Pride Water Worth
Yet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
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Fear Growth Old Tranquility
I gave all of my vulnerability away for you, to you exposed the dirt of my soul not understood. Kept on, waiting for hope, in despair.
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Hope Myself Soul Understand Vulnerable Wait
Oh, how I wish you were here bathing in the silky sheets of my dreams, your lips on mine a flame and wine smoke in the air clouds filled with thoughts oh, how I long for your skin and touch.
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Dreams Fantasy Flame Lips Myself Skin Touch Yourself

We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.

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