Tag: writing
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I learned it watching towers of glassBow their heads like they don’t reflect backEvery victory hums in the airLike it wants to be rememberedLike it wants to be paid for later Win too loud, the room goes stillClimb too fast,…
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I never built the altarI just showed you how to prayGold is only furnitureTill belief gives it a name Applause falls through your fingersHunger learns how to stayI’ve trusted empty hands beforeMore than thanks that fade away You remember the…
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I keep my answers folded tight,like pocket-knives asleep at night.Sharp enough to change a life,hidden just to shine. They watch the unopened letter of me,sealed with a quiet I’ve learned to keep.Expectation grows like a tidepulling hearts to the shore…
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The world stands on its peak,like a coin that refuses to fall.Every street feels thin beneath me,every handshake hides a thorn in the soft.They say one wiser heart todaymust carry the weight of seven sagesyet mine keeps slipping through the…
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The world holds its breath for the ones who walk gently,weavers of warm mornings, fixers of torn hours.Love doesn’t rise on its own, someone warms the bowl,someone kneads the moment till the daylight flowers. Admiration is a lantern, but goodwill…
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Hush now, traveler, the doorway widens,a hollow carved by heavier hands.Great voices linger inside its ribcage,their echoes pacing like caged demands.A warning hangs in the dust-lit archway:enter only if you’re willing to grow taller than the ghosts. Beware the gap…where…
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Chapter 10: Worry Not Apricot twisted beneath her blankets. Midnight lay silent, but whispers crept through the plaster, soft and damp and patient, threading along the walls and flickering in time with the red blink of her alarm. Something else…
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Chapter 9: Trial By Fire Apricot pushed through the automatic doors and the store’s noise cut off behind her like a sealed room. The parking lot lay mostly empty, a few cars scattered among oil puddles that caught the neon…
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Chapter 8: Midnight Blues A single streetlamp buzzed overhead, its filament spitting a weak yellow pulse. Beneath it, something shuddered. It was almost a man, but the form sagged and quivered as though struggling to remember the shape it should…
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Chapter 7: Collateral The corridor ended at a doorway hanging crooked on half-shorn hinges. Cap nudged her through. The bank’s grand lobby had been gutted. Plaster dust drifted in slow sheets through the pulse of the orange alarm light. Cracks…
