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I know you like I know the smell of fresh cut grass in the middle of winter, like I know the way the sky looks right before the thunder booms ..

Beloved, The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and always will be. Ma..

You woke me at midnight with thoughts of demise A fear cradled limp in the palms of my hands A love so immense it was hard to surmise Your patrons ..

I'm so tired of the static don't you know, it's killing me I'm so tired of scratching that door I smiled to him but he's still off I'm so bored ..

I am a wilting flower, sporadically losing air; increments of sorrowful deluges, sporadically escape from my anarchic stems. Dissipated. In awe. ..

Charlie. Writing