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  poem by rupi kaur

  For you to see beauty hereDoes not meanThere is beauty in meIt means there is beauty rootedSo deep within youYou can’t help butSee it everywhere.– Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

  April 13, 2020
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  poem by ian s. thomas

  So yes, we could kiss.I could kiss you and you could kiss me.There’s no science, plane ticket or clock stopping us.But if we kiss, it will end the world.And i’ve ended the world before. No one survived.Least of all, me.– Ian S. Thomas

  April 13, 2020
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  poem by tyler knott gregson

  We are the leapers and the builders of wings on the fall towards the ground. We are the wing beats and the sound of flying. We are the directionless wanderers and the destinationless travelers and we are the crumpled map that never got packed to join us.– Tyler Knott Gregson

  April 13, 2020
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  tangled in the sheets

  “You’re a book, and I’m always reading you.“ “And you are a book, and look at us now, merged together in these chapters.” “You’re my favorite part. I highlight every piece of you.“ -a.absi

  April 13, 2020
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  the chosen one

  Sometimes we forget how to be what someone needs when they need us the most, simply because of the pressure on us to be what they need.Never have I wanted so much to be what he needed that day. Every time I stepped past him, every time I looked his…

  April 13, 2020
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  freedom

  I felt it. I finally felt it. It pricked along the length of my limbs until it nestled into the curves of my palms and the peaks in my toes. It was freedom. Emotional freedom from the trapped logic I puzzled myself into in my past love. Yes, it was…

  April 13, 2020
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  daddy day drinker

  It was his tone that soothed her. The tone that she had longed for and missed for countless years; years since she was a restless child wandering through empty woods with no gentle touch to guide her. The tone that she heard when she read her novels, where father LeBlanc…

  April 13, 2020
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  sensitive

  do you even seewhat your wordshave done to me?i don’t want youtiptoeing aroundmy depressionbut you seehere I am,doing just that to myself.

  April 13, 2020
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  dying flowers

  it felt more real then, at that moment laying next to him. our two worlds collided again in what we thought would be extraordinary bliss, but it wasn’t. it wasn’t extraordinary. it wasn’t bliss. it was that awkward moment in between a rose’s life. not dried to a crisp, preserved…

  April 13, 2020
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  23. nurtured

  i love youin more ways than onein the way we wake before the sunin the way you kiss my tears when they runyou had shed my skinand stayed when i have pulled it back up again. i love you in more ways than onein the way that we come undonein…

  April 13, 2020