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I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.

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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
Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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Determination Life Love Relationship Yourself
It was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
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Bliss Brain Myself Togetherness Torture Vacation
You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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Best Missing Writing Yourself
I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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Known Love Man Miracle Myself Relationship
I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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Build Leave Mess Myself Wall
I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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Break Known Myself Teaching Way
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
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
Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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Simplicity Yourself
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
When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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Calm Love Peace Slow Sunrise Warm Winter Yourself
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 know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
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Born Heart Broken Known Myself Pieces Whole
I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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Eyes Myself Thinking Truth
We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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Darkness Moments Ourselves Vulture World

I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.

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