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You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.

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And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
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Deep Forever Myself Pieces Search
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
How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
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Love Path Relationship Stranger Travel
You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
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Break Up Life Pieces Time Yourself
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
Every now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.
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Attitude Burn Inspirational Soul Sweet Woman
Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
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Listening Noise Soul Yourself
Some souls were never meant to be content.
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Satisfaction Soul
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
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
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 tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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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
I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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Blood Memories 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 write because suicide is no longer an option.
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Death Myself Option Suicide Writing

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