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Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.

Buried Caesar

Reserve the language of sculpture for the art of sculpture. Lest you confuse beauty with the shape of a jaw or art with the size of a stomach.
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Art Beauty Language Reserve Sculpture Stomach Yourself
Your trauma doesn’t build character, it builds a wall around you.
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Build Character Trauma Yourself
Be patient without being blind. Wait for what is worth waiting for but don’t wait for what’s not there.
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Patience Wait Wisdom Worth
I unravel my future as I weave it with my past.
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Future Myself Past
In leaving me you turned of the future into a creature of the past.
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Creature Future Leaving Myself Past
Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.
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Blood Heart Love Memories Preservative Yourself
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
How exhausting it must be to fear death, when you can simply howl at the moon.
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Death Fear Howl Moon Simplicity Yourself
Lost in a conversation is something I can never feel with you. For I’ve never felt more found than when speaking to you.
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Conversation Feeling Lost Talk Yourself
There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.
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Beautiful Body Change Season Skin Summer Sun Yourself
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
I will shed a tear for the person I once was but I will never be sorry for the person I am.
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Myself Person Sorry Tears
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
Don’t ever think I am fragile because I asked you to handle me with care. It was not a plea, it was a warning. My strength keeps me safe but I can’t say the same for you.
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Care Fragile Safety Strength Thinking Warning Yourself
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
You met me whole and left me broken.
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Break Yourself

Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.

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