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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?

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It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
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
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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Home Intimacy Love Myself Relationship Yourself
Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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Beyond Hold Language Limitation Scope
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
A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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Collection Poison Thought Togetherness
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
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
The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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Himself Myself Perfection Rain Reminder Voice
Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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Beautiful Forever Luxury Lying Myself Sound Sweet

What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?

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