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Aug 2016 · 321
Untitled
Adrienne Aug 2016
I am far from being a musician but there are times when you provoke a change in my own internal rhythm my heart beat is now the bass line to a complex choreography & I can't dance
so it is beyond me that your voice reminds me I inhabit butterflies that learned to waltz  
I am not an artist, but i consider you my muse 1,000 sunsets, I would overlook 1,000 suns setting to gaze at the intensity of your aura
& I am not a writer but I figured wearing my heart on my sleeve was too much of a burden so I poured my heart on a page
For you.
Aug 2016 · 144
growing (apart) pains
Adrienne Aug 2016
Conversations resembled slowly peeling the bandage off wounds that never quite healed left by our carefully sharpened words.
My intentions were golden.
I wanted to mean something to the person I felt meant the most.

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