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There is no permission with love it comes like the bullet and does the same trick.

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If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.
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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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I didn’t want someone else I wanted the best version of you.
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She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.
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When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
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If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.
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When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.
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I hate that time flies away too soon. I hate that dreams die faster when I don’t have you.
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Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.
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The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.
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Pain has one name but finds you through many.
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The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
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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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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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