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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.

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I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
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Difficult End Hard Time Life Realize Yourself
You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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Fall Myself Rise Worth
It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
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End Fall Heart Broken Myself Word Writing
The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
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Brief Mindset Moments Myself Share
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Book Scripture Word 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
Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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Autumn Beginning Feeling Kissing Myself Summer
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
Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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Live Ourselves Strange True
I loved you more than love was allowed.
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Allow Excess I Love You Myself
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
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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Eyes Intense Love Myself Relationship Thinking Tree
you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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Depth Inflict Wound Yourself
He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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Existence Myself Silence
You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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Borrow Future Motivational Past Time Yourself
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

She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.

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