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Listening – it is a love I cherish well.
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Cherish Listen Love Well
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
I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.
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Care Enough Love Myself Nice Same Yourself
The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.
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Death Ending Imagination Possibility
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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Better Few Lie Mark Skin 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
Skin is just the softest cage.
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Cage Skin Soft
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
I cannot rid you from myself light moves through the hole in my heart and oh it casts your shadow.
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Heart Hole Light Myself Shadow 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
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
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
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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Ending Flesh Goodbye Heart House Wall Word
Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.
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Catch Close Mouth Relationship Romance Sound Throat
If you don’t understand your own heart why should I trust you with mine?
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Heart Myself Trust Understand Yourself
Do you remember when I felt like home?
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Home Myself Remember Yourself
Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.
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Happiness Permission Yourself
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
The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
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Blood Hurt Joy Pay Spill
Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.
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Face Favorite Learn Love Myself New
Palm trees-they bend but never break I hope your love grows like this.
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Bend Break Growth Hope Love Palm Tree
When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.
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Dog Love Myself Nothing
Pain has one name but finds you through many.
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Find Hurt Name Pain Yourself
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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Bad Burn Down. Together Enough Failure Fire Flame God Love
To be struck with a force you cannot match if not death it must be love.
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Death Force Love Match Struck Yourself
Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.
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Blood Feel Light Picture Poem Price Worth
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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Death Front Line Myself People Tired War

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