I wilter as a hidden flower,
crushed among your notebooks...

His midnight voice
melts the tension...

Will you come in the form of a star?
All I ask for is someone...

A heart, is an epidemic of truth
where I'm left scattered...

I never accepted the sunrise because each heave...
would only burden me with flashbacks of light...

Even at a tender young age,
she blossoms beautifully...

A single stroke and her frailties are forgotten,
brushed into a peaceful pool of imperfection...

Instead of uttering a phrase
that promises better time...

Softhearted,
her tears travel...

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Bright thoughts have impact...

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The sublime breath of afternoon's mountain...

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In the midst of laying down...