I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.

JESSICA WILDE

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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.

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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.

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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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Name Slow
Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.

JESSICA WILDE

Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
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Fireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.

JESSICA WILDE

Fireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.
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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.

JESSICA WILDE

I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
JESSICA WILDE

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I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.

JESSICA WILDE

I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.
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I’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.

JESSICA WILDE

I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.

JESSICA WILDE

Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.

JESSICA WILDE

Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?

JESSICA WILDE

What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.

JESSICA WILDE

Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.

JESSICA WILDE

I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
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Your laughter sounds like a galactic symphony, your eyes shine magic like Saturn’s rings, and your golden hair flares like the sun. I smile as I rock the universe to sleep and sing of stars that twinkle deep within your dreams.

JESSICA WILDE

Your laughter sounds like a galactic symphony, your eyes shine magic like Saturn’s rings, and your golden hair flares like the sun. I smile as I rock the universe to sleep and sing of stars that twinkle deep within your dreams.
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Symphony
Time aches- my words break as if they’re the wings of a captured butterfly as if they’re the seconds that keep ticking by as if they’re embers that refuse to ignite.

JESSICA WILDE

Time aches- my words break as if they’re the wings of a captured butterfly as if they’re the seconds that keep ticking by as if they’re embers that refuse to ignite.
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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.

JESSICA WILDE

My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.

JESSICA WILDE

Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
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