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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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On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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I am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.
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Disguise Instagram Captions Myself Woman World
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
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
Some souls were never meant to be content.
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Satisfaction Soul
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
Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
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Alone Heart Memories Myself Regret Service
I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
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Death Lose Myself Try
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
You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.
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Break Heart Love Perfection Yourself
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
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
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 think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.
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Light Moon Myself Taste Thinking 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
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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You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.

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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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