and we stood
steady as the stars in the woods
so happy-hearted
and the warmth rang true inside these bones
- ben howard, old pine
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will you look at me and tell me that my scars are beautiful
or do you only love the ones who look like you
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infatuation is something that can be resisted, a fever that can be outlasted
passion doesn't endure forever, it passes, affection subsides
and when it does either love has taken root or it hasn't
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