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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.

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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
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
The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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Forest Perspective Poet Rising Vision
What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Beautiful Dreams Love Reality Sleep
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
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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Blood Country Immigrant Ocean
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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Finding Share Sky Way Yourself
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Forever Mirage Reach Temptation
Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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Blossom Dance Earth Faith Hands Leave Rose Twist
A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Bandage Fatal Heart Temporary

I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.

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