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Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.

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Listening – it is a love I cherish well.
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When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.
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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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A vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.
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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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When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
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I didn’t want someone else I wanted the best version of you.
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Skin is just the softest cage.
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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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Death Front Line Myself People Tired War
The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
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