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Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.

Emily Kurc

Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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Build Fade Heart Myself Secret Voice
The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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Deserve Myself Poetry Satisfaction
Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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Moon Night Sad Sing Togetherness
Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.
EMILY KURC

Body Cry Eclipse Food Herself Human Occasion Sun
We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.
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Burn Color Darkness Expectation Myself True Yourself
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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Heart Heart Broken Love Myself
I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?
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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up Yourself
Even the places we used to visit in this empty town feel lyrical. My heart can’t help but sing along even now, but I’m tired.
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Empty Feeling Help Myself Place Tired Visit
There was a time when I loved you too much that it made me feel the darkest shades of blue. It’s been years now, but I’m seeing life in other colors again.
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Darkness Feeling Life Love Relationship Time Yourself
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.
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Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time
Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?
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Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy

Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.

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