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Even if it’s me
Even if it’s me
The cause and effect
Of this love that burns endlessly
And in the end, dissolves within me
Even if it’s me
The shadow that waits for you
In the randomness of late hours
On empty streets where memory falls
It doesn’t matter what they say
Or what they think of us
What is love if not the pain
That inhabits what makes us alone?
Even if it’s me
The one who gets lost,
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Wednesday 5th February 2025 5:51 am
Roots
Life is solid, made of earth and stone,
of roots that sink deep into the silence of the soil.
Each step, an echo in the field of time,
each breath, a reminder that we are (in)finite.
There is strength in the winds we cannot see
and in the falling leaves that fear not the winter.
Love is not fleeting, but like the rock,
firm, built in the fissures of being.
And when the sky closes,
when th...
Friday 24th January 2025 5:16 am
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