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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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You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
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Creation Genius Pure Right Timing Yourself
You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Chance Fall In Love Heart Yourself
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
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 Clock Distance Feeling Known Soul Time Togetherness
Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
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Claim Literature Meaning Word
I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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I Miss You Myself Sleeping Thinking Wake Up
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
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
In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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Herself Learning Missing Time
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Change Day Hurt Kind Known Sadness Yourself
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
Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
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Pain Past Present 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
If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
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Eyes Love Myself See Yourself
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
For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Death I Love You Relationship

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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