Copy ImageThe glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another but they are so distant so very far apart that they cannot feel the warmth of each other even though they are made of burning
Beth Revis
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Choice or no, my heart is his
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More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass
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A leader doesn't make pawns - he makes people
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He's the only stable thing in the swirling chaos
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