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Let me kiss you one last time now that I know I will feel you on my lips for the rest of my life.

Buried Caesar

Hope is a drug that makes fear little quieter.
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Drugs Fear Hope Quiet
I see myself through your eyes and I love what I see. So please never look way.
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Eyes Love Myself See Way
These secrets sit sourly on my tongue. They linger the longer I go without a sip of your sweet elixir.
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Myself Perfume Secret Sweet Tongue
Nothing is ever black and white but I’m sick and tired of all the grey area.
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Black Myself Sick White
You are more than anything and everything that has happened to you.
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Hard Time Struggle Yourself
I unravel my future as I weave it with my past.
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Future Myself Past
Reserve the language of sculpture for the art of sculpture. Lest you confuse beauty with the shape of a jaw or art with the size of a stomach.
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Art Beauty Language Reserve Sculpture Stomach Yourself
There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.
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Beautiful Body Change Season Skin Summer Sun Yourself
Love in a life is a light in the dark.
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Darkness Life Light Love
A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.
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Division Myself Problem Share Tragedy
You and I are the greatest love story ever untold.
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Break Up Greatness Love
Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.
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Blood Heart Love Memories Preservative Yourself
Lost in a conversation is something I can never feel with you. For I’ve never felt more found than when speaking to you.
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Conversation Feeling Lost Talk Yourself
You can love the way you look but still hate the way you are.
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Hate Love Way Yourself
The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.
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Calm Eyes Ourselves Share Storm Window
Yours is the face I give to the voice in my head that reminds me of who I am.
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Face Myself Remind Voice

Let me kiss you one last time now that I know I will feel you on my lips for the rest of my life.

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