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You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

Teraza Faulkner

Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Different Freedom Love Myself World
She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Definition Freedom Myself Past Teaching Wild
Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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Blood Feeling Heart Myself Road
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
I am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
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Darkness Forest Kind Scare Vulnerability Wild
You’re the crescent moon cradling all theses shadows of me teach me how to shine so there’s no distance between you and I.
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Distance Moon Myself Shadow Yourself
Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Hands Sex Touch
If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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Letters Name Scars Wound Yourself
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Face Heart Love Ourselves World
The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Heart Kissing Love Myself Night Sky Sun
Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Distance Fade Love Myself Sun
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Blanket Day Hope Morning Return Stage
I’m like a lost bird. My wings are not broken, but my heart is. Love always kept me flying. But now, love is what keeps me still.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Break Fly Heart Lost Love Myself
Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Life Love Myself Talk
Take me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.
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Escape Prison Waste Wild
We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
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Attention Light Night Ourselves

You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

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