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How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.

Nicole Lyons

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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Himself Kill Light
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
The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
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Comfortable Feeling Myself Pain
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
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
Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.
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Afraid Heart Myself Time
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
Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
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Listening Noise Soul Yourself
There is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.
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Greatness Inspirational Moon Power Sun Woman Women Empowerment Worth
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
On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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Heart Kill Myself Paper Time Word
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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Himself Letter Love Myself Way
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 still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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Blood Memories Yourself
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
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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Blood Himself Love Myself

How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.

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How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.

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