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Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.

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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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Forever Mirage Reach Temptation
Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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Affection Echo Heart Hollow Love Shape Trust
I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Fountain Future Myself Prayer Stone
Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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Beautiful Forever Luxury Lying Myself Sound Sweet
I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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Feeling Fire Moments Place
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
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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Alive Black Dance Dreams Night Spirit
A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Fight Heart Hope Mindset Smart
Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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Breathe Face Reach Waste Word
14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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Break Up Change I Miss You
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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Finding Share Sky Way Yourself
The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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Himself Myself Perfection Rain Reminder Voice
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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Goodness Love Myself Read Time
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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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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Forest Perspective Poet Rising Vision

Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.

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