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What does it mean to be wanted...

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Tracked by a dead chemical...

There's no end to how high I fly now
You've set passion on my wings...

it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...

I never meant to make her cry,
everyone grieves differently and...

Whenever she bakes, I'm reminded of
home...

My hands wrap around your sorrow
like the morning sun warms cold earth...

I delay the onset of the hurt
you unintentionally caused...

I want to stop waking up in
contemplation, blinds open to...

It's as if my heart started spinning
and the beautiful mirrors around me...

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Don't fall into night...

it's 1 am & the coyotes cackle across the creek --
& how strange, it makes me feel less alone...