oh how true what they say about dips in muse, and then return. - for you no less than exploded into my mind, with this masterpiece.
+ and we know, the words always end, though they tell us otherwise.
i sense this, all of it. i want to make your heart spin, gather and nourish those roots, that they would will to fight, to live, to be; that they would find a constant surge of solace, peace. (and yet, continue to grow)
(I think so, but it was so much more of memory than muse collected me, and in a picture returned, yes) There's only so many of my words which take those tears from me
I think perhaps, they collect themselves however they may and come out as a sad thing but in all honesty I could do anything to that and the only bad is, I wonder if I should have long ago.
either way, i'm ok and i'll use it (thank the world for your replying, dear <3)
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(you love leaving me without breath);
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(my heart is full, and that actually
gives me back the breath)
I have memories on access like fingers, I swear
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about dips in muse, and then return.
- for you no less than exploded
into my mind,
with this masterpiece.
+
and we know,
the words always end,
though they tell us
otherwise.
i sense this, all of it.
i want to make your heart spin,
gather and nourish those roots,
that they would will to fight,
to live, to be;
that they would find a constant
surge of solace, peace.
(and yet, continue to grow)
you have touched me,
this i know.
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so much more of memory than muse
collected me, and in a picture
returned, yes)
There's only so many of my words which take those tears from me
I think perhaps, they collect themselves
however they may and come out as a sad thing
but in all honesty
I could do anything
to that
and the only bad is, I wonder if I should have long ago.
either way, i'm ok and i'll use it
(thank the world for your replying, dear <3)
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