birds that cannot sing.
Just perching on branches, quietly.

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Dreams?

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Sun splits into laughter
clouds burst later
light goes all disco
my still life gets animated
when you are around.

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The courage to be disliked

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They leave with tired smiles, return with curious eyes.
She rushes for each knock, hoping it's him.
The doormat weighs their quiet reunions.

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This love—
doesn’t shout.
It shows up.
It lingers.
It’s the quiet grip,
of steady fingers.

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Her hand reached out.
Reflection stayed still.
Eyes rolled white.

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Having a pen name

An understanding of fonts

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A stone drowns
ripple grows
and rain pours.

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Had there been CDs stacked in my drawer,
the one with the song you recommended—
the one that made it to my playlist—
would bear a mark in permanent ink.
Written on it would be a 'forever...',
with 3 dots precisely, followed by a heart.
We don't use CDs and I miss the
iridescence your song had.
It takes me 3 minutes to forget you
and come back to the song.
While it runs out of lyrics and
the music drips away,
I'm left with ...
Everytime.

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