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That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.

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If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.
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Break Up Life Love Person
In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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Better Destiny Eyes Sadness Sing
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
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Break Up Day Love Myself Stay
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
Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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Be Yourself Herself Identity
And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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Change Myself Prediction Sick
We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Born Love Togetherness
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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Name Oneself See Stop Thinking Yourself
My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Decision Enough Myself
You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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Answer Love Rhyme Talk Time Yourself
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I Love You Word 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
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
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

That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.

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