My Poems
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Truth stands unshaken, while illusions weave their dreams. We chase shadows, seeking comfort, yet only through reality’s fire do we truly exist. In this eternal dance, which will we choose? Read more
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Every three minutes, a scream fades. Every five, a stolen word. The clock doesn’t stop, and neither does fear. Will we keep counting, or finally change the rhythm of time? Read more
BOOKISH GIRL SPELLS 