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Frosted air lingers, a single ember drifts low, night collects its prize.
By Luna Jordan4 months ago in Poets
Amber hush of dusk— one trembling leaf lets go slow, the sky swallows gold.
Samantha's burnt online, she's scrolling all the time. Her job's a dead-end bore, she thought she'd have so much more. Her dreams were all online,
In the ashes of a life once bright, a flame was born from a twisted night. * He was a son lost in the lies, a fire that
Riding bikes past the county line. * Walkie talkies buzzing late at night. * Mike and the gang with hearts so true.
having a dream is proof that you still believe that tomorrow is worth moving towards
Warmth is chosen because you refuse to ruin yourself. * Warmth is learned through good experiences with decent people.
Cold is chosen when the vibes feel heavy. * Cold is learned when trust is broken. * Cold is chosen to keep the heart from becoming
You are the space between every word we speak. * You carry our voices, our secrets, our hopes, without judgment. *
You are the stillness beneath the weight of a thousand footsteps. * You don’t ask for much, just that we take care of you throughout
The world is burning, and it’s raining fire. * No one can stop me, this is my desire. * The chains have melted, I’m held down
I strike a match and it flares bright. * It dances as it quickly burns through the stick, the heat slowly warming,
