You feel like warmth on frozen nights
You feel like calm waters on burning wounds
You are that brisk breeze over city lights
You are that perfect tale I could never choose
Mosaic
Table of contents-
Authors note
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Let it
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Your smile
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Little Dreams
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The red within
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The leap
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Risen hope
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A smeared heart
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A tune tells a tale
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A single wish
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Unspoken thoughts
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A pair of gray eyes
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Hey, you
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Look into my eyes
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Red on white
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Strangers again
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Who was she?
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For his tale was she made
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Poetry
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Burning flames
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Her
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Chose to be blind
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Moving on
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Perfectly Imperfect
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Forgiven Thorns
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A gaze of melted gold
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A connection
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You feel
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Deep wounds
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Pieces of her
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Sunny eyes
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Everything is gray
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A simple reality
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Rise from your ashes
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Losing yourself
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Sometimes
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What is Love?
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Dragons
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Too late
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Human
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Glittering lies
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The trench
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Paradise Island
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A dead rose
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Not enough
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It's that easy
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Belief
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Blaze among embers
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Colours
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Go for it
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Hope
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A smile that veils
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Afraid
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I write
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Paint
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Bleed me dry
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Face of Clouds
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Searching
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Lost halves
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Inside our minds
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Under the Moon
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