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He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

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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.
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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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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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Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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There is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.
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You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.
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I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.
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Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
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And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
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On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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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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I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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