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Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.

Nicole Lyons

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 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
Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
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Art Character Judgement Love Poet Poetry Reveal Thinking
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
You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
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Tame Woman Yourself
How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
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Love Path Relationship Stranger Travel
When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.
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Break Challenge Myself Talk Yourself
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
I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.
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Healing Help Myself Shine Travel Yourself
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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Death Myself Option Suicide Writing
We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
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Abuse Break Up Hurt Music Myself Relationship Togetherness Yourself
Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
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Bold Children Light Rare Yourself
I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
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Easy Kiss Lips Myself

Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.

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