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The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.

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When a mother asks for a second child her body forgets the pain of the first. When I give you a second chance my heart is being forgetful.
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Body Children Forget Heart Mom Pain
Find yourself a friend who makes you let go of secrets you didn’t know you were keeping.
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Friendship Secret Yourself
I unravel my future as I weave it with my past.
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Future Myself Past
What good is forever when all we have is now?
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Forever Goodness Time
I met you the way a fast car meets a tree. The slightest slip sent me careening into you. Half-conscious I remained at the scene, bones broken, blood spilled, fire burning.
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Bone Break Burn Car Fast Myself Tree
You can love the way you look but still hate the way you are.
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Hate Love Way Yourself
You’ve changed. And for that I’m proud. My loyalty is to you always. Not just the person I met.
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Change Loyalty Myself Person Proud
Curves on a body are invitations to desire. Embrace them wherever they are.
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Body Desire Invitation Self Love Sex Temptation Yourself
My hands reached your body like braille, and your curves and edges tell a story of beauty and grace.
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Beauty Body Curve Grace Hands Myself Reach
I asked you where you were my whole life and you told me that you were waiting for me.
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Life Wait Whole Yourself
I don’t need you to myself in order to love you as my own.
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Love Need Order Yourself
Yours is the face I give to the voice in my head that reminds me of who I am.
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Face Myself Remind Voice
Let me take you to a city we’ve never before been. Let us lose ourselves in old streets until we’ve made ourselves a new home.
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City Home Lose Ourselves Travel
A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.
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Division Myself Problem Share Tragedy
The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.
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Conversation Fear Run Silence Talk Voice Yourself
The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.
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Calm Eyes Ourselves Share Storm Window

The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.

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