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You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

Teraza Faulkner

Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Life Love Myself Talk
I’ve painted stars around tears that I’ve cried. And now my pain is a galaxy and every star has a name and every name feels like pain and you’re every star.
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Cry Feeling Myself Name Pain Paint Star Tears
Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
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Lion Myself Run Silence Time
A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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Flower Growth Myself Plant
We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
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Choice Garden Love Ourselves Patience Season Time
Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Hands Sex Touch
If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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Letters Name Scars Wound Yourself
There is no road less travelled than the one that leads into the sea. But the waves will always take you to where you need to be.
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Journey Leadership Need Road Travel Yourself
Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Eyes Flow Hard Time Hide Pain
The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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Branch Myself Tree
Pain made me grow in the most unexpected places. And now I know what it feels like to be a wildflower.
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Expectation Flower Growth Pain Place Wild
Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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Blood Feeling Heart Myself Road
Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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Different Freedom Love Myself World
It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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Intense Past Rain Relationship Sex Story
It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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Hands Myself Save Time
She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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Definition Freedom Myself Past Teaching Wild

You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

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