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I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.

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I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.
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Light Moon Myself Taste Thinking Yourself
I drink to the ones that can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.
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Break Myself Yourself
Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
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He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
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We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
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Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.
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Afraid Heart Myself Time
I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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Blood Memories Yourself
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.
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I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.
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Breathe End Himself Leaving Taste
Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
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Listening Noise Soul Yourself
He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
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Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
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I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
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