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That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.

Lang Leav

That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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Bury Hide Myself Person Poem Word Writing
There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.
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Life Love Oneself Postpone
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Finding Hope Myself Remember
We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Born Love Togetherness
Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself
There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
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Love Relationship Song True Yourself
It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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Leave Mourn Myself Right World
Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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Fall Love Myself Sky Word
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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Calendar Clock Distance Feeling Known Soul Time Togetherness
The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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Abuse Greatness Injustice Love Pretend
Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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Finding Life Love Myself Searching
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Change Day Hurt Kind Known Sadness Yourself
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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Eyes Intense Love Myself Relationship Thinking Tree
Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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Enough Fall Height Jump Trust Yourself

That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.

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