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Her Vital PhantomIn the quiet of twilight, they linger like whispers, two souls adrift in a sea of dreams, a friendship woven with threads of light, each moment a sigh, a soft brush of hands that never quite meets. She feels his essence, a phantom of laughter, his smile dances like shadows, ...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 750 مشاهدة
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I Am HumanI Am Human Written By: Aimee Suzanne I know I am human, I live and I breathe, Through moments of joy and shadows of doubt, Unraveling thoughts like the patterns of leaves. I eat and I drink, I consume and I weave The fabric of life in a world full of clout, I know I am human, I live and I breathe. ...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 598 مشاهدة1
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My Guiding StarWithin this shelter, we find our grace, Blessed to know you, a gift from this chance. Days filled with laughter, where we both can share, In whispered thoughts, our spirits entwined, Curiosity sparkles, the unknown ahead, Yet in this journey, I feel so alive, Adorations grow,...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 787 مشاهدة
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Ode To You, My LightIn gratitude, my heart does sing, For all you are, and all you bring, No matter where the sea may swirl, Your presence warms my very world. With thoughts of joy, I send my blessings, Across the years, in every dressing, Unconditional, my love shall...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 717 مشاهدة1
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The Quiet GladeIn the quiet glade, she finds her peace, Beneath the willows' gentle sway and song. A place where all her sorrows find release, And whispers of the breeze to her belong. The sunlight filters through the leafy dome, Creating patterns soft upon the ground. In nature's arms, she feels a sense of home, ...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 678 مشاهدة
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UntitledThe roses are dying again, As this seems most normal now. Drooping heads, a slow decay, Upon each fragile, fading bough. But they are the flower of love, A velvet touch, a crimson stain, The flower of beauty, brief and bright, A pleasure mixed with poignant pain. And even the flower of the lost, The ones who slipped beyond our hold, The departed souls, in memory kept, In stories...1 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 65 مشاهدة
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Untitled #2So heated, the blood runs thick, A burning shame, a bitter trick. Constantly cheated, cards laid bare, A losing hand, beyond compare. But it is all okay, I tell myself, Despite the sting, upon the shelf Of memories, a growing pile, Of promises, and empty smile. Feel beated, bruised and worn, Another battle, barely born. Seems it’s always repeated, this fall, Against a brick, a...1 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 72 مشاهدة
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Untitled PoemIn the hush of midnight, she stands, a silhouette against a backdrop of shifting shadows, the crone’s laughter echoing like distant thunder, deep and resonant, but she, a metalhead heart wrapped in lace and leather, feels the tug of time like a heavy cloak, the weight of years...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 395 مشاهدة1
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Was Here, Now GoneWas Here, Now Gone Written By: Aimee Suzanne Here lies a heart that sought to be seen, In shadows cast where laughter had been. She felt adrift in a world so wide, Where warmth was scarce and hope would hide. She carried dreams like a fragile thread, But found only silence, where words once bled. ...0 التعليقات 0 المشاركات 524 مشاهدة1
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