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The morning's gentle sigh, held me in my sorrow. Cloaked in shame, bathed in longing for love unborrowed.   Words fresh and foul. Aching to run, to flock, to howl.  
the first goodbye is hardest and the second is easier once you get used to leaving walking away is numbed   but i was never the one to walk away just watched you leave so each goodbye stings
Only the nightingale sings the melody of constancy, With the falling of last light, her notes welcome me To the darkness of the night, the brightness of the stars.
when the rain is falling and the night is heavy and the blankets arent enough to keep you warm ill pull you closer and hug you tighter and whisper words to remind you I am forever yours
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