The smell
taste
Touch of
Art,
Makes me
High...

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I'm not sure if flowers shy when I touch them
Or hurt,
when I touch
you...

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I asked the sea not to kiss the shore,
But how could its waves survive...

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Oh, is it the pain that makes love sink deeper

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My heart spoke too gently for me to hear...

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You need to put on your life jacket
Hold the gun
And fire
Fire at all your demons
Within...

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Heal. Learn. Grow. Love?

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Covered in blue
With coulds and sun peeking through
It spoke of rain as a child looked up at the drops fall
Spring, as the child chased the bee
Autumn, as the child swung from the tree...
The last page whispered winter with its hot tea...

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The blind fall...

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A heart in love...

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