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You loved me as a woman but forgot I’m also a poem
When I don’t see you, I write about you. Because when I see you, I’m too busy falling apart beneath a smile. Continue reading
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For 2019: living only by these three words.
If the conversation isn’t stimulating, If the music doesn’t fit the moment, If the date isn’t going well, If the book isn’t captivating, If the city is too dull, If the work is not fruitful, If the love isn’t there, Continue reading
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Raw, unguarded.
He can hold a full conversation with one gaze and it would tell you more than a thousand pages of introspection could. Continue reading
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