Our love was a memory, fading like a sunset, a bittersweet reminder of what we once had. We'd cling to the moments, our hearts aching with longing, our love a distant echo.
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Emotional Inkslinger
(emotional_inkslinger)
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Shrouded in anonymity, I wield words as my weapon, emotions as my ink. My verses dance on ... read more
Joined 27 March 2020
19 APR AT 21:32
18 APR AT 22:10
Our love shines bright, like the moon in the night,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.
In its gentle glow, we find our way,
Through the darkness, to a brand new day.-
17 APR AT 21:50
I stare into the mirror, and a stranger stares back. At first, I think it's just my tired eyes playing tricks on me, but then, I notice the subtle differences. The eyes are mine, but the smile is not. The face is mine, but the scars are new. I try to shake off the feeling of unease, but the reflection starts to move on its own, taunting me with secrets I don't know I keep. I'm trapped in a game of cat and mouse, where the stakes are my very identity.
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16 APR AT 23:26
I've always been drawn to the old, mysterious book in the attic. Its pages whisper secrets in the wind, and its illustrations seem to come alive in the moonlight. One night, I finally dare to open it, and a portal to a mystical realm unfolds before me. I enter a world where dreams are currency, and imagination is the only limit. But as I delve deeper, I realize that not all dreams are sweet, and some secrets are better left unspoken.
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14 APR AT 23:58
Shrouded in anonymity, I wield words as my weapon, emotions as my ink. My verses dance on the edges of shadows, unveiling hidden truths and unspoken desires. Dare to enter the enigmatic world of the Emotional Inkslinger, where every line harbors a secret yearning, and every poem beckons you closer.
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14 APR AT 23:34
Was it love or a mirage?
Searching for clarity in the fading light.-
13 APR AT 20:19
In the mirrored halls of my soul, our reflections still dance, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my heart. I search for the door that leads to the room where our love story unfolded, hoping to relive the moments we shared, and to find solace in the memories we created together.
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12 APR AT 20:03
Lost in the haze of what could've been,
I search for the ghost of our love within,
The memories of our touch, our kiss, our sighs,
Echoes of a love that still haunts my eyes.-
11 APR AT 20:00
The wind whispers tales of yesterday, swirling a touch of longing into the vibrant tapestry of life's journey.
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