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Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.

Teraza Faulkner

There is snow on my face and wind in my hair and winter has nearly stolen me. But as I remember the words of our song then spring still owns a part of me.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Face Hair Myself Ourselves Remember Snow Song Wind
Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Hands Sex Touch
I’m holding happiness as though it never left it was always below my skin. Waiting to be seen waiting for the opportunity to breathe again.
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Breathe Happiness Hold Myself Opportunity See Skin
The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
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Heart Kissing Love Myself Night Sky Sun
I stand before mother natures pleasures as she is a playground for my soul. But you will always be the only playground that I call home.
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Home Mom Myself Nature Stand
Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Eyes Flow Hard Time Hide Pain
I wish for a world where our hearts could be seen on the outside and we acred more about what our love looked like than our faces.
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Face Heart Love Ourselves World
I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.
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Children Hands Learning Let Go Strength Walk Yourself
Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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Blood Bone Fall Rose
I’ve painted stars around tears that I’ve cried. And now my pain is a galaxy and every star has a name and every name feels like pain and you’re every star.
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Cry Feeling Myself Name Pain Paint Star Tears
Morning mist like a blanket to dawn, obscures the hope of a new day. Yet the sunrises high, and the blanket falls and hope returns to the stage.
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Blanket Day Hope Morning Return Stage
Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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Day Growth Love Myself Relationship Thinking Wonder Yourself
I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.
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Hold Let Go Myself Perfection Rain
A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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Flower Growth Myself Plant
Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Break Fall Moments Word
It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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Intense Past Rain Relationship Sex Story

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