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Some souls were never meant to be content.

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I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.
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Break Up End Loss Love Myself Yourself
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
I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
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Eat Heaven Life Myself Taste Thinking Time
I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
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Dreams Love Myself Relationship Soul Summer Touch Yourself
Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
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Business Forever Hate Heart Love Myself Patience
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
He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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Himself Kill Light
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 have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister who keeps telling me to find my magic.
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Devil God Magic Myself Sister Word
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
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
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
I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
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Death Lose Myself Try
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
How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
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