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The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.

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Death Ending Imagination Possibility

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She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.
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Bottle God Good Herself Honey Love Romance Undress Warm
Do you remember when I felt like home?
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Home Myself Remember Yourself
Is it love that really binds us? isn’t lust the first to find us? Was my heart so fucking worthless that you threw it all behind us?
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Bind End Find Heart Let Go Love Lust Myself Worth
My mind is never where it needs to be and doesn’t tell me where it goes it runs away one window to the next looking for you.
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Away Mind Myself Run Window Yourself
I’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.
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Better Chase Feel Future Old Tomorrow Yourself
When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
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Balloon Bird Fade Life Love Myself Thinking Yourself
I hate that time flies away too soon. I hate that dreams die faster when I don’t have you.
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Death Dream Fast Fly Hate Time Yourself
You made me feel crazy for wanting to be loved like it wasn’t the thing you promised to do.
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Crazy Feel Love Promise Yourself
The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.
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Death Ending Imagination Possibility
Skin is just the softest cage.
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Cage Skin Soft
Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.
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Happiness Permission Yourself
I need you to need me like water and not just in moments of thirst.
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Moment Need Thirst Yourself
My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.
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Abandonment Intimacy Longing Myself Self Love
Down to earth but she stayed an angel.
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Angel Down Earth Herself
When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.
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Hand Help Hungry Hurt Pain Reach Time Yourself
Dear hands, don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.
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Art Friend Hand Hope Light Pursuit Yourself

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