The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.

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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.

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Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.

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Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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Blossom Leave Twist
I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.

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I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Mediocre Page
The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.

M.K. STANDBY

The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
M.K. STANDBY

Devotion
Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.

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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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Intimacy
Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.

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Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.

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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Mirage Temptation
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.

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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Plagiarism
Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.

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Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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Rejection
We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?

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We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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Hold Known
I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.

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I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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Read
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.

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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page
My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.

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My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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Throat
Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.

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Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.

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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Known Leave
It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.

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It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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Fast Fingers Flow
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.

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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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