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The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.

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Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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Herself Let Go Love Morning
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Love Myself Relationship Thinking Yourself
We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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Book History Literature Love Poem Remain Writing Yourself
Some Time Out 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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Different Important Love Prime Time Togetherness
The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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Betrayal Loyalty Yourself
We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn.
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Day Definition Division Love Myself Summer
But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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Finding Happiness Herself Time
In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
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Known Life Sailing Sea Shore Stranger
You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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Blood Page Writing Yourself
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Finding Hope Myself Remember
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
I did not know that it was love until I knew.
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Known Love Myself
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
Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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Excuse Fear Love Reason Yourself
Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself
We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Born Love Togetherness

The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.

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