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Pieces of Me

Musings, sightings, tickles and kicks. No theme. No focus. Just a whole lot of random.


What if the heart knows,
has always known
all the same;
what if every time
our hearts beat
we are told
in morse code
our lover’s name?

(via navk)

He Wished to Say I love you
But Left it at Goodnight
Because Love Would mean some falling
And she’s afraid of Heights

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Never trust secret admirers. Ain’t nobody got time for that.