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And what am I supposed to do with all this residue?

Olivia Clifford

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Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
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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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It is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
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Heart Myself Peace Sky Soul Tree
Your love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.
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She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.
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Dance Darkness Herself Night
And with the wind in her hair and defiance in her heart, she puts one foot in front of the other and walks into the unknown.
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Heart Herself Inspirational Strength Walk
Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.
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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
And when I don’t utter a word, that is when I feel the most.
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I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.
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It will never be like the way it always was.
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I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.
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Feeling Heart Myself Word
In all the ways I have grown I wish I didn’t grow away from you.
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Break Up Growth Way Yourself
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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Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
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