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Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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Hands Lost Lover Myself Poetry
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
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Greatness Intimate Love Memories Poet Writing Yourself
Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
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Blessing Grant Imagination Relationship Thinking Yourself
We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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Break Each Other Finding Lover Myself Thinking World Worth
You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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Doubt Feeling Lose Miracle Time Young Yourself
When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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Be Yourself Feeling Pretend Time
In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Fashion Love Myself Point Time Togetherness Universe
Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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Day Drag Measurement Myself Past Present
I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.
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Catch Home Love Myself Plane Recognition Smile
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I Love You Word Yourself
We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Ending Life Myself Wonder
Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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End Life Myself Time Wound
Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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Care Hope Life Myself Story
We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
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Clock Different Time Togetherness
My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Family Father Home Mom Myself

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