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With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.

Gemma Iversen

Let me show you how words can make merriment from the most bitter melancholy. How words softly spoken, can heal even the most insidious of wounds.
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Healing Sadness Soft Word Wound
I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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Constitution Emotion Leadership Myself Rule Volatile
You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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Home Life Myself Time
Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
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Break Color Myself Sorrow Surprise Wreckage
I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.
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Adventure Love Moments Relationship Reveal Ring Yourself
I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.
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Audacity Feeling Myself Short
Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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Day Myself Nature Need Switch
Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
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Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
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Deserve Love Worth Yourself
Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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Bright Myself Need Seek Warm Water
A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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Doubt Inspirational Seed Strength Suspicious Worry
What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
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End Feature Game Hate Love Yourself
I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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Beautiful Deliver Happiness Pain Verse Word Wrap
Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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Angry Beautiful Person Study
You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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Beautiful Charm Warm Yourself
How are you yet to learn? I don’t want grand gestures. I don’t want the world on a plate, the best life has to offer, material things or flashy gimmicks. I just want you with me.
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With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.

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