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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?

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I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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Alone Earth Myself Prayer
I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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Goodness Love Myself Read Time
Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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Affection Echo Heart Hollow Love Shape Trust
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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Burn Hesitate Silence Stay Talk Throat
Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Fall Heart Kiss Moment
Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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Alive Black Dance Dreams Night Spirit
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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Adventure Experience Hold Known Simplicity
The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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Fire Guitar Reminder Softness Sound Summer Unison Voice
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Beautiful Dreams Love Reality Sleep
Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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Blood Country Immigrant Ocean
14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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Break Up Change I Miss You

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