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Joined 15 May 2019
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Blueprints of Absence
—
silent gravestones,
building blocks of distance,
cathedrals raised in pixel-dust,
unread.

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31 MAR AT 12:43

Crimson Benediction

your love is
a sonnet drifting
through amber
winds, where dusk
scatters verses in the air,
soft as devotion.

it lingers—
like ink on parchments,
sepia
and sacred,
blooming in the quiet breath
of a sigh.

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31 MAR AT 0:52

Nocturne of Ember

Faltering,
the trembling sun
bleeds through umbral silence—
a bruise upon the breath of dusk,
unheard.

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30 MAR AT 11:06

Scaffold of Sovereigns

A veil of deception,
stitched from ballots, torn by hands—
a voiceless uproar
rattles the throne of promise,
paper crowns in paper lands.

The tongues of tyrants
gild the rusted guillotine,
pledges drip like wax,
molding idols out of clay,
kneeling to their own façades.

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29 MAR AT 19:27

Fever of Ink

Frayed paper,
a fevered oracle,
spills quiet
lacunae—
words that bled but never spoke,
ink-bound purgatory.

Fingers trace
the lost constellations of
unsent lines,
where silence
is the language of the soul—
a vow left smoldering.

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29 MAR AT 1:09

Poetic tears etch elegies on the parchment of dawn,
where love, a vagrant minstrel, treads on unwritten song.

Ink-stained psalms unravel in the labyrinth of breath,
each sigh a votive flame, flickering in love’s wraith.

Time’s alchemy dissolves us into sepia specters,
cloaked in longing, wading through soliloquies of embers.

Your absence—an unstrung lyre in a chapel of echoes,
where silence kneels, whispering psalms to vanished halos.

I gather the remnants of you in cupped hands,
offering them to the altar of my becoming.

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28 MAR AT 16:37

Reverence of the Tide

Lover’s
silent gospel,
nacre and nautilus,
a vow pressed into centuries,
unbent.

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28 MAR AT 0:26

A Light I Cannot Hold

If it hurts, let it—
some wounds are lanterns, burning
through the jinxed hush of longing.
You are the sun, untouchable,
a prayer I dare not utter aloud.

I have learned—
love is not a chain but an offering,
not a hand that clutches,
but a heart that opens,
even if it trembles.

So I kneel to your light, unbitter, unbound—
for love is not to claim but to give
until nothing remains but the giving.

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26 MAR AT 20:33

August wanes to ash,
lilac longings lacquered deep,
Purpled promises perish
September spills amethyst,
a love lost in lavender lies.

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26 MAR AT 14:52

Love lingers in
quiet rust,
blooming where
goodbyes
took root.

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