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If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart I’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.

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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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You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.
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Do you remember when I felt like home?
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Palm trees-they bend but never break I hope your love grows like this.
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If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.
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When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.
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The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
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If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.
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The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.
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There is no permission with love it comes like the bullet and does the same trick.
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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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She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.
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Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.
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I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if I must die today may it be for myself.
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