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She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.

Nicole Lyons

Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
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Dance Intense Lost Love Myself Return
He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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Calm Fire Heaven Hell Himself
Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.
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Children Heart Moon Stay Yourself
He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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Himself Kill Light
He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
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Beautiful Dangerous Eyes Himself Lying Pain
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
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Eyes Face Force Myself See Smile
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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Ability Philosophy Purity Right Soul Storm Wrong
You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
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Argument Beautiful Death Myself Word Yourself
I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.
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Break Myself 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
She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
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Beautiful Courage Darkness Earth Herself Strange
If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.
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Break Up End Kiss Myself Relationship Yourself
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
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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Choice Hard Life Nature Poet
Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
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Heart Illusion Love Mindset

She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.

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