1. You could break my heart into
    tiny
    little
    pieces,
    and I’d still pick them up
    and put them back in your hands.
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  3. My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
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  6. It’s all messy:
    The hair.
    The bed.
    The words.
    The heart.
    Life…
    William Leal.   (via retratou)

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  15. The sun setting. The lawns on fire.
    The lost day, the lost light.
    Why do I love what fades?
    Mark Strand, opening strophe to “The Guardian,” from Darker: Poems (Atheneum, 1971)

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