We find enough nerve, a sacred space.

4/4

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A story unfolds, brave and bold.
Though fear still lingers, like mist in the air,
A quiet defiance begins to declare.

We craft new shields from shattered remains,
And whisper the phrase that forever sustains.
It's private, it's ours, and in its embrace,

3/4

To laugh at the ghosts that hold us at bay.

Each nerve exposed, a fragile, raw piece,
Hoping the haunting fears will cease.
They scare away dreams, send shivers down spines,
While building walls, definitive lines.

But within this haven, a strength takes hold,

2/4

A life unlived, a harvest left to rot,
the wild unknown, a dangerous divide.
I throw myself into the ocean's plot,
a hope to raise my spirits, deep inside.
Oh, to live!

3/3

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But things grow cold, a bitter, icy ledge,
and love, unwatered, bends against the laws.

The wife I held, now echoes in the breeze,
a distant video, replayed in my mind.
I warm my hands, and beg for inner ease,
as sirens wail, the police a sorrowful find.

2/3

Representing my journey, sealed by fate
An inquiry so important, so deep,
As this haunted cabin, I knew I never would sleep.
The memory haunts, bringing darkness,
in place of brightness.

3/3

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Whispering wishes in the falling rain.

The offer of cash, a loan in disguise,
A hollow beauty reflected in my eyes.
I should abandon this path, turn around and start again,
but the dark, sweet heart of grief, no one knows when it will end.

A muffin lay stale, upon a warped plate,

2/3

Oblivious to battles fought and won.

4/4

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A fragile shield against the monetary.
The sport of kings, a battle fought unseen,
Where fortunes rise and fall, forever keen.

The pave is rough, the journey yet remains,
As fresh supply drives demand like pouring rains.
Outside the churn, the pulse of life goes on,

3/4

A lobster shell, a reddened, weary face,
Lost in the data's unforgiving space.

A bus awaits, a promise to escape,
From numbers dancing in a digital shape.
To trade the screen for sun on faded jeans,
To leave behind these volatile, dry scenes.

A soda fizzes, sweetness temporary,

2/4

Nature perseveres, include the breeze,
whispering secrets through the trees,
a new dawn promised if one sees.

3/3

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leaving only ghosts and spectral rain.

A large garment of ancient green,
once blessed by spirits, now unseen.
The innocent earth remembers all,
the rise, the fall, the echoing call.

Though ambition's fire burned so bright,
and darkness threatened endless night,

2/3

We rise again, from where we lay,
and greet a brighter, brand new day.

3/3

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Across the field, the chalk is drawn,
a loop of effort, dusk till dawn.
We boost morale with whispers light,
against the darkness of the night.

The project stalls, a fading bloom,
a silent echo in the room.
Though doubts may fester, sharp and deep,
the promise whispered we will keep.

2/3

No grand escape, no starburst bright and bold,
just whispered promises, fragile and unseen,
a story quietly, carefully told.

And though the silver fades to dusty gray,
though earth remembers moments left unspun,
I still recall the promise of that day.

3/3

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My duty calls, a whisper in the breeze,
to label hopes with names that cannot stay,
and load the heart with silent ecstasies.

I watch the cosmos punch through night's dark veil,
until a yearning rises, deep and vast,
a lonely comet on a frozen trail.

2/3