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The lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.

Olivia Clifford

My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.
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Mouth Myself Taste Whiskey
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
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
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
Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.
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Death Life Myself Night 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
Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
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Burn Rain
And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
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Deep Ourselves Reality
The adult heart beats differently.
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Different Heart
It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
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Person Quite Sad Word Writing
There is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.
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Feeling Forever Myself Writing
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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Lost Poetry Sea Word
Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.
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Heart Love Myself
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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Pieces Yourself
I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.
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Future Hard Time Hope Sorrow

The lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.

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