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November drapes herself in smoke and sighs,

bare trees tracing shadows against gray skies,

and I am caught in a silken web—

a glimmering dream on a silver thread.

The air tastes of frost-kissed decay;

as the last of the leaves dance high above,

I breathe you in, a quiet warmth,

and reach for you as Autumn fades.

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Your silence is a slow river,

soft enough to soothe me,

but cold enough to turn my hand to stone.

I press against the absence, but there’s nothing to hold.

You move like moonlight in a locked room—

near enough to brush my longing,

far enough to leave it raw,

a bruise that blooms and fades unseen.

I call back the light I offered you,

tighten my love like a cord pulled taut—

yet I linger, quietly tethered,

in the place where I’m lost and found.

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a golden flame burning bright

twinkling at twilight

he strides with grace

in a celestial chase

across the heavens, vast and wide

where stars and stories collide

a herdsman’s charm

as the dusk transforms

and evening’s seam

rounds up a timeless dream

collecting echoes of the past

until he sets at last.

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I'll tell you how the Sun rose —

A Ribbon at a time —

The Steeples swam in Amethyst —

The news, like Squirrels, ran —

The Hills untied their Bonnets —

The Bobolinks — begun —

Then I said softly to myself —

"That must have been the Sun"!

But how he set — I know not —

There seemed a purple stile

That little Yellow boys and girls

Were climbing all the while —

Till when they reached the other side,

A Dominie in Gray —

Put gently up the evening Bars —

And led the flock away —

Emily Dickinson

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Loving you is a universal truth that was somehow embedded in my DNA as if I’ve been branded by your frequency.

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You said I could squeeze your heart again and again and never break it. And I thought to myself, you could break my heart again and again and never lose me.

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I watch and I will

dark green ivy growing

up and around

your cold, stone walls

and your stone-cold ways

kept alive by light aligned

like Sun Dagger on Solstice

but every morning, every night,

and a million times a day

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– Audrey Hepburn

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Pulled like tides

Highest highs

Lowest lows

And agony

in-between

disguised

as calm waters

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Hiii it’s me missing you still tables turn sometimes quantum disorientation gentle observation hearing you talk to the birch and keeping you company as you mingle with my stars in the dark priceless i’ll cut to the front of the line curl up on your lap and tell you a story about the sun eclipsing consistently compassionately but only when it wants nothing else to do but save my love for the moon sleep my days away i simply strike matches when i need to remember the way your voice tasted in my head until it’s 5 o’clock somewhere giggle can you even look at me you broke me down but up i rise i bet it took you by surprise instead of sheep why don’t we count the number of times i’ve been told with conviction that i am the canvas of perpetual ethereal dancing entagled in the cosmos where all things are true including you which is why you don’t need one a road map cartogrophy is clearly not your thing anyway it’s okay your star of origin never fails to pull me like a needle north to a nonexistent destination do you like carrying around what’s left of us loose ashes in your pocket muted and leaving too you’re welcome eternal flame let’s picnic in my garden first i’ll show you the harvest my greens and purples and blues among alchemic hot spring baths just don’t step on the mome raths

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“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”

— Buddha

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“Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre