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KristanAubrey
22/F
I see the trace of his outline as he walks into the sunset a silhouette against the twilight an apple falling to his hands. Soon the moon will rise and then with it my hopes just as I know he will return. We reveled in these good times as the day turns into night time and time again. We shall cherish all we have We shall love with all our might. This portrait of you shall stay with me in my heart, forever alive. It’s the end of our beginning beyond infatuation. Real commitment. The realization each day shall bring us closer even when we are away. This feeling we share unites us in so many ways. Crashing through our lives Like so many waves crystal blue water salty skin facing fears being brave. Ever in my thoughts his radiance so desired. I just want to be close to him walking into the sunset holding his hand in mine.
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Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
The Trace of His Outline
"You're beautiful." "Oh please, I didn't even try and look cute today." "Not your hair, your soul."
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Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 12:10 AM UTC
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She saw her imaginary friends She saw the colors again She saw her life unfolding And she was in control No one telling her what to do or where to go She doesn’t beg or chase She’s free in this life She removed her own chains She is finally herself again She shines.
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 2:14 AM UTC
She shines
I want to hear your thoughts from your perspective Not by your words to me but from your words to you. I want to know your brain without all of the edits.
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
Your perspective
Kisses on the shoulder blade while I play you your favorite songs on the piano.
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Kisses on the shoulder blade
Please, be gentle. My leaves have shriveled and fallen time and time again now. So you understand. Be gentle, please.
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Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
DEAR OCTOBER,
Him: You ma’am, have quite the amazing way with your words. Me: Thank you, sir. Though, with all due respect, they are, yours.
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Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
Sweet little somethings
They stuck her with needles, then asked why she screamed
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
Needles
Some people like to think of themselves as the black sheep... I’ve always considered myself more of the glittery sheep of the flock
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
Sheep