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Golden Spill

She’s a thrilling spark, playing fire games — golden copper to blue, heat building late in the night, high as the sky.

Let her burn in delight, the spirit of the flame rising steady, glowing under the stars, a stark contrast in her heart.

Innocent, bringing the flames higher — the golden curls matching her long, untamed mane, a resemblance of her journey, the Leo of the spirit, the flames of her becoming.

Flames roared above her, and she answered, screaming into the night, a beast newly born.

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We are the sword

I am the razor edge, she is the sword, and her—the handle.

A masterpiece forged in heat and strength, an attunement carved through fire. Decades of detail etched in every swing— from precious ore to sheath.

The razor edge can kill and cut; I guard, assume intent, mass-producing aura from start to end.

The sword is sturdy— her call, high in frequency. An unyielding force to be recognized, she never backs down from a shutdown. She swings, chasing the unknown savagely.

The hilt to hands— steadfast in ambition. The sensation, firm. A believer in patience, in timing. Her support has held the greatest stories told.

Together, the story unfolds. From natural essence, from trauma struck, from resilience born— we are the sword. Together. United.

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Eat the young

The blood in me pools, halts, then cools— my heat no longer rushing in to please. Imaginary ties to who I thought stood by my side reveal only contradictions, and the conditions you chained me with.

Depression was my console, preventing numbness, yet defeating me.

The saying goes: eat them while they’re young and innocent, because when they grow, you can’t be allowed to dig in.

You ate my heart out in discipline, dragging what’s left of me along for the joyride.

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You’re the one who shattered the glass, blaming me for all the things you did to me in the past. Golden years of youth—stolen. The blood in you is lying, clawing for foothold above me. Selfishness forced down my throat, lies tangled in every word you told. You relished aiding my abuse— just a shell of someone I thought I knew. To me, to you, the misery follows: black-stained footprints leading into my room, where in my own home you continued to abuse.

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Spiraling

Going off the deep end, treading the edge of an endless end. Misery hides beneath the waves, its depth rising high to the heart. Silence becomes a quiet punishment; a single word—a trigger— echoes into the pain. What else could it be, if not a game of minds, simple patterns leaving stains across the waking brain— intensity drifting through the strain.

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A late night ghost

A dream above the eves— my angels were three. A soft, innocent beak, the universe reflecting in their eyes. My spirit must have called from somewhere deep, a pitfall emptied, energy slipping back into me. One shone as bright as the sun, warmth of love pouring into my skin. Another, a small chick, its cry reminding me of my fragility. The third watched in silence, unfazed by the storms raging in my headspace.

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One and only

Do you know? You’ve been pulling me through, a lifetime of a muse. To you, my dear, you’re the fireflies in the dark of my nights, my one and only sunshine. So, my dear, I wanted to thank you for being so dear, and always so near.

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Married life

She’s doing it again— seducing the all-too-willing husband. Her hands never move, her body never writhes, yet she lives in the corners of his mind’s eye.

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Coco's tribute

Come hither my child; feel the swelling of my heart with joy. The apple of my eye - you who sought me - found a small opening into my dreams. The promise of devotion,the memory of you; fear not, for I will never forget in kind. feeling the sorrow the days I've lost you,

seeking you anywhere - everywhere. Missing the days you'd lay basking in the sun, sharing your warmth through this exotic coat, meant for my own eyes alone. The beautiful burst of emerald green staring towards me; for this, I will always remember.

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Call your circle

Whispering wisdom from mothers past to sons and daughters, call your circle, let the voices be heard. Burdens become strength; chains do not define you. You’re a spark in the dark, with a heart not to disregard.

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The Lover's

She stared into her lover's eyes; they gleamed a soul-lit amber hue, surrounded by the Milky Way, where the asteroids collided violently, sending sparks flying with passion.