Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
What is love?
A strong feeling of fondness...
One day…
I stopped asking things to hold me...
I hide and stay silent.
Hoping he dosent see me...
I remember lights when I first emerged from the...
Embryonic and fragile, the first breath to being...
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Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point. |
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I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil. |
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I am not a stranger |