And my life, for better or for worse,
Is nothing but a constant cycle of
sketching and erasing myself.

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What a cruel epochal shift,
From dancing in my sestets,
my diamantes,
my sonnets and my odes,
To now standing still in the
epitaphs of elegies,
lamenting the
friendship's mortality,

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Infinite hues of hope paint the sky's canvas
Amidst the chaos, a quiet revolution
I'll cradle the earth, my heart an atlas
For it holds my dreams without absolution
With each sunrise, a promise blooms anew
I'll embrace the fractures, nurture the scars
Amidst the wreckage, we'll reach for the stars
So I'll tether myself to this spinning sphere
And carry its weight, without doubt or fear.

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Forgiving the past, it no longer holds,
The power to define who I am now.
As I nurture myself, self-love blooms within.
I am enough, I solemnly avow,
In my own love, a lifetime unfolds.

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Through years of coughing up petals, I saw,
That this one-sided love was not for another,
But for myself, longing for a gentle touch.

The child within cherished her existence,
Yet I failed to reciprocate the same love.
How bittersweet to realize this truth now,

To yearn for a love that was always within.
A journey of self-discovery, at long last,
I embrace the tender heart that yearned for me,

For the child within eagerly waits to be embraced.

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Silent screams turn into a silent whisper.
A hush that soothes the restless, troubled heart,
Where secrets linger in the shadows deep.
The echo of my pain, now softly fades,
Lost in the gentle hum of quiet strength.
A symphony of stillness, oh so serene,
Where solitude and solace intertwine.
No longer the need to shout into the void,
For in the hush, I find my voice anew.
A tranquil sanctuary within the calm,
Where whispered dreams take flight
and fears subside.
So let the silence speak what words cannot,
And find peace in quiet's grace.

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In shadows, echoes of your haunting grace,
A masquerade of love and death displayed,

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"Oh my darling, I've never been fascinated with stars." He chuckles while looking up at the sky.

"Well then, my dearest, what exactly, are you fascinated with?" she mocks.

He stares at her, his eyes keeping hers hostage as he responds.

"You. Infallibly you."

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I found her on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
My younger 18 years self.
I walked up to her and sat beside her.
She looked at me with eyes full of vulnerability and asked,
"Did it get any better or easier?"
I held her hands and admitted,
"No. It didn't get any better or easier for many years."
She takes in a deep breath, closes her eyes and finally
lets the tears free fall.
I immediately embraced her.
And again she asked in a small voice,
"Did anyone save us? Did we find peace? "
I faced her and smiled,
"Yes." I told her.
She looked at me with delicate hope and asked,
"Who saved us? And how does peace feels like?"
I smiled brighter,
"Shiv ji and we save ourselves.
And peace, peace feels like apricity."

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Duplicity from the unexpected,
Stirs depths of your consciousness.
Astrocytes turn supernovae,
A sublime shift fiercely brought forth.

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