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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’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.
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Don’t become the thing that hurt you.
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There is no permission with love it comes like the bullet and does the same trick.
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I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.
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My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.
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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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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 spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
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I hate that time flies away too soon. I hate that dreams die faster when I don’t have you.
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I cannot rid you from myself light moves through the hole in my heart and oh it casts your shadow.
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When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.
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Bloom Death Growth Life Love Plant Yourself
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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