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Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.

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The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.
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Herself Himself Love Relationship Sex Soul
There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
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Beautiful Herself Poetry Walk Way
Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
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Force One Liner Pieces
Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.
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Easy Feeling Pain Strength Thinking Time Yourself
Give me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.
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Moon Nature Ourselves Quiet World
Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.
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Hands Independent Need Time Yourself
I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
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Bloom Myself Remember Way Yourself
He could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.
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Black Color Himself Life White World
I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
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Chaos Myself Start World
Never forget what broke you. And never forget how you put yourself back together.
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Break Forget Togetherness Yourself
She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.
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Body Decision Heart Herself Name Sky Stars Warmth
I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
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Break Myself Name Yourself
I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
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Day Fade Myself
You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.
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Casual Myself Person Wound Yourself
The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
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Beautiful Eyes Herself Pain Reflection Story Water Way
He was fire that crippled my bones. And you were the one who showed up out of nowhere, and carried me home.
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Bone Carry Fire Home Myself

Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.

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