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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.

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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 leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Bandage Fatal Heart Temporary
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
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 dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
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
You broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
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Break Mosaic Pieces Yourself
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
I fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
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Filling Forever Myself Shadow
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
What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Beautiful Dreams Love Reality Sleep
Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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Beyond Hold Language Limitation Scope
The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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Burden Devotion Friendship Lover
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 think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.

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