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I have not bent my pen to paper in seasons,
yet my devotion lingers, silent as a shadow,
spilling over the edges of forgotten days.
If I were..
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What is love to you, my distant one?
Is it a shadow cast by the setting sun,
A fleeting glance, a whispered breeze,
Or something more that no one s..
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In the shadows where the silence screams,
Dwells a realm beyond our darkest dreams.
The moonlight pales, the stars retreat,
As night unfolds its co..
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In the depths of my soul, a whispering call,
What's wrong with me, I wonder, after all?
An emptiness, a yearning, I can't deny,
A nostalgia that ha..
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In the mirror's gaze, I see the truth unfold,
A reflection of a soul, beautifully bold.
In the vast universe, a unique star's birth,
I am enough, a..
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I wasn't looking but there you were,
a familiar face, smiling at me with stars shining through your eyes,
and I was mesmerised,
for I had only been..
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Tell me if ever the heart stops
from the grief, the hurt, the love?
Then tell me again why I mustn't be forlorn,
like the moon shining above?
I ..
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My mind, it fails me.
For I remember somethings,
then nothing.
I touch my wounds,
and they ache,
bleed at the slightest touch
of my thoughts,
..
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It is colored hopeless,
black
like a bad dream,
my life;
and this faith which
I can still see,
or is it getting faint
by the moment?
And my ..
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Inspired by "Kafka on the Shore" by Haruki Murakami.
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