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Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.

Olivia Clifford

And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
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Deep Ourselves Reality
Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past ignited the colors of my soul.
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Heart Myself Past Pieces Soul Time
Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.
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Hold On Inspirational
In all the ways I have grown I wish I didn’t grow away from you.
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Break Up Growth Way Yourself
Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
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Angel Ourselves Spiritual
Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.
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Company Misery Myself
And when I don’t utter a word, that is when I feel the most.
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Deep Feeling Myself Word
I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.
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Feeling Heart Myself Word
Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.
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Death Life Myself Night Time
Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.
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Heart Love Myself
I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.
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Future Hard Time Hope Sorrow
It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
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Person Quite Sad Word Writing
It is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
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Heart Myself Peace Sky Soul Tree
There is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.
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Feeling Forever Myself Writing
I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.
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Lost Poetry Sea Word
I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
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Live Passion Quiet

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