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There are words that found their full measure only with you by my side, Now they remain unfinished, like a verse keeping an empty space, Meant only for your name, which once completed the harmony, Without you, I talk to myself, in whispers seeking your echo, Between every sentence slips the silence of a lost "hmm," The one that once...

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when old people talk about their past loves they don't talk about what it was like when their love left. they don't talk about the feeling the next morning when all you want to do is call. they don't talk about how the first week is hell. they don't talk about how every part of you wants to go...

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The Cute Old Couple In Their Booth Like clockwork, every Sunday They arrive at the doors Of their favorite eatery, As countless times before The familiar waitress smiles, Bids them in; Their morning ritual about to begin. No need for menus: The order well known Staff has already set the places The progression set in stone The world moves on its way without As they...

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Acrobats of the air, the skies their trapeze Daring loop-de-loops performed with such ease They fly in formation, weave in and out, while the faint-hearted scream, the lion-hearted shout ...

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They see me stand, but not too tall, They think I’m small, too shy to call. They don’t know the fire I keep, The dreams that wake me from my sleep. I’m more than whispers in the crowd, More than a voice that’s not too loud. They don’t see the road I’ll pave, Or how I’ll rise, unshaken, brave. They see the surface,...

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Under the veil of night, when the stars sing their silence, a wave of fire flows like living water, enveloping the gathered crowd, called by priests to receive the Holy Light, and the hymn of the Resurrection rises, flooding the streets and souls, an echo of eternity, "Christ is risen from the dead, trampling death by death, and...

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I am 15 years old. They say my mind is scattered stars, too many, too bright, too far apart. A sky that sparkles wildly, never settling into constellations. I try. God, I try. To sit still in a room that moves faster than me, to focus while my thoughts bounce like marbles down cathedral halls. The world whispers lazy while I carry lightning in my...

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In the gentleness of the season, hearts do not fade and do not lose their rhythm, flowers bloom, and love finds its place, an eternal embrace for you, for in every bud hides a love story waiting to be told, in a world that is reborn with every smile and every ray of sunshine. With the grace of your...

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I held the leash like it was sacred, I warned that she spooked easy. He knelt down slowly, extended his hand like a priest offering sacrament to a god built from nerves and ribs. He said good girl too fast. She bit down to the bone, drained the smugness from his face— he earned it, the wound. The scar would preach a...

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Sometimes when the news is too depressing…I like to find a space devoid of sound Where I can visit an old memory and be reminded how love IS all around: An older couple seated at the table next to us is where this story begins… With all the laughter and the joy they were sharing we couldn’t help...

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Thor did not live up to his name He was skinny, weak a petite Fontaine Wren, his brother was a Herculean guy Brawny and strapping, he caught many an eye How did you get their names so wrong? I asked their mother, Mrs. Wong. Thor weighed ten at birth, Wren weighed three. A cruel joke God played on me....

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Gentle Men as Mothers :Quest for Identity Protection. Gentle he was with them, male and female - His brothers and sisters from the start... No giant in disposition, his tender thoughts Spoke volumes to both men and women- All of us need words that nurture hearts to heal Like a nursing mother with her children, His position did not forbid tones of...

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Today I’m grateful for those who possess the courage of their convictions whose courage is their cornerstone…. who are not afraid to stand up for what is right… even if they have to stand alone. ...

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**The Next Zimbabwe: A Call to Rise** In lands where dreams were forged in fire, A tale of strength, of fierce desire, From ashes of despair, they’ve learned to climb, Zimbabwe’s spirit soaring through the sands of time. A currency’s fall, a lesson steep, Where once was value, now shadows creep. Yet...

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. yesss did i for her nip az thuh villian thuh small branch ...

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