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He wakes in a bed that isn’t his,
though it has always been.
The ceiling stares back, blank,
as if it, too, has forgotten him.
The world..
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She loves daisies,
the kind that grow wild,
unruly, untamed,
spilling over sidewalks,
reaching for the sun without asking permission.
She is li..
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Couldn't think of a description lol 😂
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"Unspoken" delves into the bittersweet essence of love unfulfilled, where longing and desire remain unspoken. It captures the heartache of one soul ye..
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Not really sure yet
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Life
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For my brother
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The walls are thick with silence,
a quiet that presses in like smoke,
and every word is a weapon�"
sharp, jagged,
delivered in..
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