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I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.

Olivia Clifford

Who knew feeling hollow could be so heavy.
OLIVIA CLIFFORD

Deep Feeling Shallow
Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.
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Company Misery Myself
Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past ignited the colors of my soul.
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Heart Myself Past Pieces Soul Time
Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.
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Hold On Inspirational
The lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.
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Herself Home Lonely Moon Night Wolf
She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.
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Dance Darkness Herself Night
It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.
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Different Ourselves Place Strange
Your essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.
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Devil Healing Pieces Relationship Yourself
Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.
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Philosophy Silence Yourself
And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
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Deep Ourselves Reality
It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.
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Feeling Light See
I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
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Live Passion Quiet
It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
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Person Quite Sad Word Writing
I live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.
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Live Ocean Science Space
Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
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Angel Ourselves Spiritual
Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.
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Quiet Talk

I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.

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