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Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.

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Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
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Brave Breathe Discover Expand Galaxy Myself Universe
Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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Breathe Dissolve Live Release Stars Weight
Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
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Dance Eyes Intimate Light Moments Ourselves Secret
Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
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Galaxy Myself Night Sky Time Whisper
I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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Feeling Known Love Yourself
What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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Love Moon Paper Yourself
You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Break Surprise Touch Yourself
I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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Learning Love Myself People
You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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Happiness Hope Idea Love Refresh Yourself
Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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Break Dreams Enchant Ourselves Wings
The sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
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Call Forever Home Myself Promise Sea Swallow
Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
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Growth Home Journal Lost Mark Measurement Mom Myself Scars Wall
Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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Awake Chase Dreams Grow Up Place Quite Shadow
I am fierce yet fragile – cradle me with care, I can shred your soul, light you on fire, or send you into the dark abyss – the difference between us is – I wouldn’t dare.
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Care Darkness Difference Fierce Fire Fragile Light Myself Soul
Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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Cold Myself Rain Skin Warm
I’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
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Agony Garden Growth Hope Myself Stone

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