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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.

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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Haunt Heart Ink Ourselves Poet Story
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
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 when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
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
What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Beautiful Dreams Love Reality Sleep
Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Embrace Finding Page Peace Sound
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Fountain Future Myself Prayer Stone
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
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
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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Future Myself People Stranger
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

And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.

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