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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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.

Lang Leav

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Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.

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Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
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Grant
If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.

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If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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See
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.

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For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?

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It is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
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I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.

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I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Fingers Known Lips Sacred
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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Mindset Pick Scars
Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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Free Oneself
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.

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Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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Calendar Distance Known
And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.

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And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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End Reminder
How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.

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How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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Capability
I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.

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I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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Known Whole
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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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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You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.

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You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
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There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.

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There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.

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To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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Destruction
Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.

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Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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