he cared and
he protected her

maybe to that extent
the only person left

she was scared of,
was him

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i didn't found my god in a thousand temples.
i found her. at home. making the best dishes, i've ever tasted.
thanks mum. for everything

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And in the end.
It was all quiet and calm,
like the winter breeze on a january morning.
They were, yet again, right back
where they started. alone

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||errors||
Making errors,
By nature, was part
of the very humane
aspect..
What more human
was our rationality
To be able to
eliminate
those.

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||𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰||

Warm and Soothing.
Ohh dear, Her love
was like the
Sun...
Waiting, to be embraced.
On a cold winter
morning.

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•||𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼||•
She never really
Wanted to slaughter them.
She got just a little bit excited.
She couldn't stop herself.
~~~
It was them, who
Went to that forest looking
For her. Just when, she was
On her hunting spree.
~~~
She was a princess
Indeed, the princess of
The hell herself.
***

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//christmas//

All I've ever wanted
For my every Christmas,
Was you, in the snowy evening
In that puffy cap and a
Woolen muffler..

Your soft warm hands,
sliding over my cold cheeks.
And holding those mugs of coffee
in that old cafe down by the
The street.
.. .. ...

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•||𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓰||•
This feeling,
It was different, this time...
~~~
Like a misery, a suffering
A slowly blooming one,
Breathing right through my skin
Growing upto my soul,
Sucking me up dry,
From the inside..
~~~
It was, like an infection
A sad, sore and throbbing one..
~~~
It wasn't a dream anymore baby,
this time, these were
Nightmares.
***

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//sorrows//
Every single night,
He let his sorrows kiss him
To bed, as he went to
Sleep...

And every morning,
He woke just a little more,
Mad...

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In the end,
Everybody mourned,
But nobody thought...

That maybe, All he needed
Was just a hand?

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