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Some souls were never meant to be content.

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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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Healing Help Myself Shine Travel Yourself
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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Himself Letter Love Myself Way
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
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
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
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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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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Choice Hard Life Nature Poet
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
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
He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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Himself Kill Light
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
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
I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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Death Myself Option Suicide Writing
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
Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
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Listening Noise Soul Yourself

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