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The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

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If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart I’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.
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Ending Flesh Goodbye Heart House Wall Word
You made me feel crazy for wanting to be loved like it wasn’t the thing you promised to do.
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Crazy Feel Love Promise Yourself
When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
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Balloon Bird Fade Life Love Myself Thinking Yourself
When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.
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Hand Help Hungry Hurt Pain Reach Time Yourself
I cannot rid you from myself light moves through the hole in my heart and oh it casts your shadow.
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Heart Hole Light Myself Shadow Yourself
My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.
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Abandonment Intimacy Longing Myself Self Love
If I never find the words for how much you mean to me you’re all the best ones and then some, love.
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Best Love Word Yourself
Skin is just the softest cage.
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Cage Skin Soft
I’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.
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Better Chase Feel Future Old Tomorrow Yourself
The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.
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Death Ending Imagination Possibility
Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.
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Face Favorite Learn Love Myself New
To be struck with a force you cannot match if not death it must be love.
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Death Force Love Match Struck Yourself
Palm trees-they bend but never break I hope your love grows like this.
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Bend Break Growth Hope Love Palm Tree
There is no permission with love it comes like the bullet and does the same trick.
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Bullet Come Love Permission Trick
Dear hands, don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.
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Art Friend Hand Hope Light Pursuit Yourself
My mind is never where it needs to be and doesn’t tell me where it goes it runs away one window to the next looking for you.
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Away Mind Myself Run Window Yourself

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