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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.

M.K. Standby

Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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Beautiful Forever Luxury Lying Myself Sound Sweet
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
M.K. STANDBY

Blood Country Immigrant Ocean
So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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Finding Share Sky Way Yourself
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Embrace Finding Page Peace Sound
Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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Blossom Dance Earth Faith Hands Leave Rose Twist
I fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
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Filling Forever Myself Shadow
The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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Forest Perspective Poet Rising Vision
A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Bandage Fatal Heart Temporary
The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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Fire Guitar Reminder Softness Sound Summer Unison Voice
I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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Goodness Love Myself Read Time
Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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Breathe Face Reach Waste Word
Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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Burn Hesitate Silence Stay Talk Throat

Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.

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