Taylor Hodges Biography

What is it inside that heart of yours?
Could you even call it a heart?
Your heart is not a heart.
It is a cold block of ice resting inside the deep cavity they call a body.
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Stand tall, look out at the ocean, you deserve that.
Not just the surface,
But the entirety and depth that holds every drop.
Pick up a handful of white beach sand,
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Still lying in bed,
Late morning,
And through the curtains in my room,
The color of air is burning amber.
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Her skin
Brightened in pale light
The moon shone on, and
There he sat,
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Waves from the ocean crash along the beach,
There is a breeze blowing across my skin.
It feels like a warm breath on my bare shoulders
Summer should be carefree
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