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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

A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
EMILY KURC

Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.
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Beginning Fall Leaves Name Old Play Return Sing Song Yourself
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.
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Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
The sun touched your skin with innocent delicacy as if you were a work of out that was made to be admired deeply.
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Admire Deep Innocence Skin Sun Touch Yourself
I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.
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Cry Laughter Myself Night Reason Time
Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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Moon Night Sad Sing Togetherness
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
I thought time would heal my broken heart, but its been forever since I fell in love and I’m scared that you took pieces of me that can’t be replaced.
EMILY KURC

Broken Heart Healing Myself Pieces Replacement Scare Thinking Time
In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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Break Dreams Moments Repeat
He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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Dance Devil Flame Hands Myself
The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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Cry Myself Sky Tears Time
I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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Bed Love Missing Myself Romance Togetherness
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
EMILY KURC

Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
EMILY KURC

Beginning Fade Feeling Heart Love Myself Time

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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