I see beautiful among thorns.
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It is six a.m.; the quietest time of day It’s when I think of you The light is softer Cinematic and still, encouraging and lovely Coaxing me to chase memories I spent all these years waiting for a hero And even in the most difficult chapters of my life, I believed Someone else […]
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He was my storm I was his shelter He, with dagger and compass I, with torn heart Stood stone still A bringer of darkness I was his light Shipwrecked and broken I picked his ruins Salvaged the grit and the glass He shivered from fever I lit the fire As he dreamed of ships […]
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“His Plymouth navigated home on the blade edge of moonlight, that fine line before the razor-sharp steel slices through darkness, revealing the thin leaf of dawn.” Grace Writes
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