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a shift in pressure
there are people whoarrive like weatherand leave like weather, too. no announcement,no final sentence,just a shift in pressureyou notice too lateto prepare for. I remember a voicethat sounded closer thanit should have been, anda…
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Making Nothing of It
I should stop thinking about you.that would be cleaner,kinder to myself. the truth is simpler,harder to defend. you stayed with melonger thanyou stayed with I tell myself it was nothing. Nothing iseasier to survivethan…
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It Drips In
I told myselfit meant nothingthe way you left thingshanging but my bodykept reactinglike it meanteverything. There is a kind of griefthat doesn’t arriveall at once it drips inevery timeyou don’t return.
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Correctly
I don’t know whenyou stopped being someone I knewand started being someoneI could only remember correctlyin private. I still catch youin the edges of thingsin rooms that don’t belong to youin thoughts I don’t…
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Fluent in Misunderstanding
We were a heartbeat apartbut a lifetime awayand neither of uscould cross the silencewe built ourselves. And maybe that was ourlove language:misreading each otherso thoroughlyit felt like fate.
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Only What Solidifies
I ran the long way home.The echo always finds the quietest roads. It’s not your name I’m fleeing,not exactly.It’s the shape of it,half-swallowed in the throat of wallsthat once heard you promiseto stay. Shoes…
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Before the Streetlights
A captivating artwork of a woman radiating strength and elegance against a textured crumpled paper background. The contrast between the subject’s smooth, poised demeanor and the imperfect, creased backdrop creates a compelling narrative of…
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She Smiled at Me
She smiled at me, like any stranger would,Her lips curved, soft as a memory’s trace,Fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face,Eyes flickered, a flash of light, then gone,Like shadows swallowed by the…
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Currents Shift
What once was a spark— a flash of heat, bright and fleeting— now curls like flame toward the sky, its edges catching, hungry for air. Your words ripple through me, cool and steady as…
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Join Me
The winds don’t ask, they simply blow,Through tangled branches, soft and slow.We need not speak of where we’ve been,Just walk the path that’s worn but thin. Forget the doubts, the walls between,The things we’ve…
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Echoes in the Rain
In a derelict train station, Mira and Dax confront the shattered remnants of their relationship, a bond fractured by betrayal and impossible choices. As the rain pours down, they grapple with regret, anger, and…
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A Barking Mad Christmas Tale (Part 4 of 4)
Despite being unsure of his welcome, Anatoliy confronts the problem of securing a future for Tanya and the dog by going to see his daughter-in-law.
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A Barking Mad Christmas Tale (Part 3 of 4)
Anatoliy is drawn into further contact with the second vampire in town because of the actions of his canine roommate. He is subsequently faced with a dilemma as a third party is brought into…
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Lights in Another’s Eyes
Their eyes flicker, fleeting as sparks, Voices hum, distant winds in the dark. Fingers graze my skin, but leave no trace, I’m surrounded by faces, yet lost in space.
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A Barking Mad Christmas Tale (Part 2 of 4)
Anatoliy wakes to a playful dog that disrupts his morning routine. Instead of remaining in the house, the dog continues to follow him throughout the evening. While at a tavern, he overhears alarming talk…
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Pleading for Grace
A dark repose covers my sin. Laying awake I suffer. Not heavy or sensual, My heart longs for a way. Only He could intervene. And it is not right at this time that I…
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