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In English, we say: "Your words hurt me". But in poetry, we say:

Just like a sword, your words pierced my heart.

Apathy

Numbed by apathy, consumed and devoured by my own monotony. A lost wanderer condemned to suffer by some ancient gods, or perhaps by mere odds. The bleeding persists, but one cannot always resist, that pull of surrender and isolation, and your own self induced damnation. So I suffer but do I suffer... (edited) read more

Through Every Season

Every person belongs to a season, and every season arrives for someone. But you remain in all of yours.

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City With A Quiet Memory

This city carries its past like a scar beneath clothing you only notice if you look for it. A tragedy once echoed here but the air now feels almost shy about ever having held that grief. It’s small, sure, but it hides wonder the way old storytellers hide punchlines. You turn a corner and the world... read more

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