Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
Let me take your hand and a moment for a dance,
You may not accept but this would be our chance...
You poured into my empty
Filled the cracks I used to hide...
September 6, 2025 is coming,
For the end of your new beginning...
Today
I paused...
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Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point. |
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I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil. |
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I am not a stranger |