The old skin,
A hollow silence,
I step out.

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The chains rust,
The gates open,
I walk on.

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Love is not a mirror,
but a
window, to see.

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You came to me, a quiet
humming bird,
and stayed to sing.

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Sunlight across a sleeping face.
A cup of tea, a silent space.
I found myself, and found my place.

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A quiet hum, a steady beat,
The same old sun, on the same old street.
I am here. Still here. I am complete.

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I wear the past beneath my skin,
A silence stitched too tight to tear.
It grips like frost that burns within,
Unseen by those who only stare—
A war no one will ever win.

It sleeps behind my steady breath,
And wakes when all the lights go low.
No scar, but still it speaks of death,
A voice the world will never know—
Its touch as soft and sharp as theft.

Each smile I wear is slightly wrong,
A borrowed face, a brittle mask.
I’ve held this ache for far too long,
Yet no one thinks to stop and ask
Why even joy feels like a song.

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For What Remains
Not a promise, but a mirror
that doesn’t flinch.
Not a crutch, but a quiet hand
beneath the elbow when the path
turns suddenly to dust.
It is the silence that feels like a home,
the shared breath before a laugh,
the knowing glance across a crowded room
that says, I see you. And I always have.
We built this house
without walls or a roof,
from whispered truths and clumsy forgiveness,
from the broken parts we finally dared to show.
It is a shelter
that doesn't need to be earned,
only remembered.
And for what remains—
the embers, the echoes, the quiet light—
I am still here.
You are still here.

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In the land where olive trees kissed the skies,
Now shadows walk where laughter dies.
The streets once soft with children's play
Echo with the drums of dismay.

The sea, once bright, now black as night,
Carries the weight of endless fight.
Mothers cradle grief like stone,
While fathers build hope from dust and bone.

Yet from the rubble, flowers rise,
Reaching for the distant skies.
Through blood and tears, a flame remains,
For Palestine, unbroken, through all its pains.

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In the boundless realm of your selflessness, I metamorphosed into a mere shadow, dwindling
amidst the brilliance of your radiance, surrendering
my very essence like fragile petals lost in the tempest, scattered and ultimately forgotten in the tumult of your altruistic embrace.

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