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I can write these lines without ever righting wrongs the same way I write notes without writing songs. I colored pictures, but I only used black and white without seeing the beauty of the gray between the lines. And there's a certain majesty that is only caught under moonlight, but that is nothing compared to the photograph in your eyes. It's the way my heart races without having a beat, or the way I never seem to dream when I sleep. Your name catches on every inhale I breathe, your essence a place I never want to leave. It's writing a love poem without feeling that rhyme, it's knowing you don't burn the same color every time. Bathe in the ashes from past poems, believe that every word is your own.
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Sep 18, 2013
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