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Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.

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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Death I Love You Relationship
I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.
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Identity Mystery Stars Thinking Yourself
The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Love Moments Myself Realize
We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Ending Life Myself Wonder
Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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Future Past Pieces Present Whisper Yourself
There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
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Love Relationship Song True Yourself
We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Born Love Togetherness
Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.
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Age Growth Kind Love Old Prediction Safety Soon Time Wild
There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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Certain Power Quality Way Word
But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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Belief Future Hope Myself
But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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Melancholy Sadness Soul
I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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Hands Poetry Reminder Yourself
Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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Dimension Imagination Mindset Ourselves Pick Scars World
It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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Ending Feeling Myself World

Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.

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