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We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.

Lang Leav

You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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Creation Genius Pure Right Timing Yourself
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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Break Known Myself Teaching Way
But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Love Myself Relationship Thinking Yourself
If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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Eyes Love Myself See Yourself
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
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Darkness Heard Life Reply Silence Time
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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Distance Myself Togetherness
When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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Pain Quite Touch Transparent Truth Yourself
The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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Clock Different Person Prime Time Yourself
What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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Absence Expression Feeling Language Myself
If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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Control Feeling Togetherness Yourself
I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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Forgetting Myself
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
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Beautiful Myself Pain Reading Word

We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.

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