Category: spilled thoughts

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Love is not a language of confusion.

It is the immaculate doctrine placed under each breath.

How it is the only language clearer than your mother-tongue.

So Darling, if you find yourself wondering if it will fall under the name of love.

Just remember this.

if they do love you; they would choose you.

– Clarity,Conee Berdera

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autopsy by juansen dizon

autopsy by juansen dizon

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i no longer write about you in my poems, darling. i write about you in the blank spaces and empty papers and in all of my unwritten words.

— fray narte

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attraction by juansen dizon

attraction by juansen dizon