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October 18, 2024 at 8:01 PM
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October 18, 2024 at 8:01 PM
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October 18, 2024 at 8:01 PM
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October 18, 2024 at 8:01 PM
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October 18, 2024 at 7:59 PM
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naufrage
This is a poem. Greenery blooms alone, unbothered by the passing of time; none the wiser to the self-doubt I found deep within you. Leaves embrace the walls, roof and void shaping your heart, though you wouldn't notice until the flowers bloomed through your airways, making you gasp a fresh breath of life within a newfound vision. There I stood, spectator of this gift of grace you found deep within yourself; yearning of a blessing oh but a fraction of your own, my own heart once again sinking below the horizon.
October 18, 2024 at 7:56 PM
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meteorite
This is a poem. Effort appreciated Self-worth depreciating I love you To my fall
October 18, 2024 at 7:55 PM
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This is a poem. The dawn of your days blinked at you that night I tried catching up, but colours wash out on their own I lived my own through days spent in retrograde Nothing works in abyssal horror without water The monsters hide past transparency, not opaque windows But then again, so does the meeting of hearts
October 18, 2024 at 7:55 PM
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repetition through patterns
This is a poem. One hand on the side of a warm face Two words being played on repeat again & again A shutdown of the ones you used to caress Necrosis of the mind with a ballad of pain And once again, we face with nothing to address Nothing to win, nothing to lose; nothing is lost, nothing is gained Looking back lies a path blank, yet full or errors Habits die hard, so does the reflection in the mirror
October 18, 2024 at 7:54 PM