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When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

Emily Kurc

In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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Break Dreams Moments Repeat
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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Heart Heart Broken Love Myself
I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?
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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up Yourself
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
I like to think of myself as the sun, but it gets really lonely all the way out here especially when everything I try to touch burns.
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Burn Lonely Myself Sun Thinking Touch Try
Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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Break Up Heart Leave Yourself
The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.
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Cry Laughter Myself Night Reason Time
Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?
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Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy
I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.
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Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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Dance Devil Flame Hands Myself
There were still embers scattered around me from the bridges I have burned. I wonder if they can feel it too. The space between us lingering like a scarlet letter, I’m learning how to love again.
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Bridge Learning Love Myself Scatter Wonder
Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.
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Body Cry Eclipse Food Herself Human Occasion Sun
A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Ourselves Place Separation Story Trouble Writing

When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

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When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

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