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Letter VI
O’ my second self, my swooning soul, O’ fading flame; Renounced are all the words I call, knowing your name. O’ my long-lost love —O’ my absent queen; although you may remain unseen, between my sorrow & my thrill. Before we meet Oh linger still, In my wretched world as it’s always been, of dreadful death’s shattering shrill. &
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The Wish
It was a starry night. Stars glanced across the face of the firmament. They swayed & stretched upon the skyscape just like the serene waves that stretched upon the sea underneath. That night, the breeze smelled sacred. Love was present for absent was all his lament & distance was humble —a token of the age
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Letter V
I’ve missed you, That I can’t deny; each thought, each feeling, each prayer, each sigh It’s you, they always align by. My darling —I. O’ me, my second self, O’ my. The only words I tell my soul, O’ me, my whole. “I’ll meet you nigh. Before my time is due. Till then I just miss
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Letter IV
O’ My goal & cause; my sweet transpose. No matter how apart we seem, Forever till the end we’re close. & in each dispute, you remain my route. You stay, each day, my verse & prose. You stay, each day, my goal & cause; My sweet transpose. & what I trust, believe, or deem; A dream, you are within
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The Broken Locks
The broken locks that kept him from himself at bay. The frozen clocks; It told him that he went astray. Away from grace… A traceless trace To lead him down the dreary docks. Of what he can & can’t embrace. That man who’s made of mud, & clay, & fire & rain & peace & pain &
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Letter III
So tell me of all the cries, all the pains, all the skies, and the rains; All the “Hi’s”, All goodbyes, all the losses, & all the gains, Tell me Love,.. Quiet Love; Or let your eyes untie our chains. & tell me of all the hurries, of all delays, of all the worries, & all
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Contemplations: A Silence comprising a Thousand Words
A moment of providential clarity has come upon both of our souls. It was when we ceased to break the silence that we always agreed to break out of fear of awkwardness in our conversation. We started to taste the quintessence of Silence; To enjoy our existence be it in company or solitude & savor
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Letter II
Before my time, I found my essence. Before my time I found you, Before love chose to wake. O’ me, my essence, O’ my quintessence. I’ve searched severely around you. A worthwhile—such an ache. Before your time, a transient lands… a whimsical lands were my times. As barren & hollow as hell. O’ me my strand, O’
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Contemplations: “Kintsukuroi” Embracing the Entirety of your Identity
Never be fooled by your bruises. Your wounds out of the past experiences can cause a riot in your consciousness. & this is totally healthy. Embrace the uneasiness, embrace the uprising and the imbalance it will bring to your inner world. Embrace how much you will be detached out of your comfort zone. You will
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Letter I
In my feebleness I found my life, I found my verve, I found my zeal. In my wounds, I am renewed, I’m bound, I’m cleansed, I soothe, I heal. In my grief, O vivid me, O merry me, such feelings so intense to feel. For thou art my Life in this death & if thou love me let me stay
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