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  • Tides

    At dawn, we waded into the arms of the seaOur footsteps etched in the sands of timeSunbeams kissed our skin, igniting hopeAs if the ocean itself cradled our dreamsShells, like ancient secrets, lay scatteredSeaweed deep danced, a tangle of forgotten talesGulls wept, their cries echoing our longingFootprints vanished along with dreams and the wavesOceans of…

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  • Tragic Laughter

    On the worn-out couch, you whispered secretsPromises wrapped in smoke and deceitTrust unraveling like frayed threadsWe sought another path, a desperate pleaI wept, seeking solace in a friend’s hazeHis laughter echoing through dim-lit roomsA fleeting escape from our tangled webBut reality loomed a relentless stormTragic, tragic, the irony of mirthMasking pain with hollow chucklesYour lies…

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  • The Hiding Place, by CJ Tudor

    I just finished reading this book that I think is a masterful blend of mystery and suspense, woven into the fabric of a small-town setting with a dark past. Tudor’s narrative is gripping, drawing readers into the haunting tale of a man grappling with the shadows of his childhood and the sinister events that once…

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  • Tide of Thoughts

    The wind pushes white tides over the sea,Like my mind pushes thoughts toward you,Storm clouds of sorrow cast shadows over me,As thunderous remorse echoes, bitter and true.The sun’s warmth retreats from the darkening sky,Just as joy fades when your memory invades,The horizon blurs where the sea meets the lie,And in the twilight, my forgiveness fades.Yet,…

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  • Finite Horizon

    The sea, a silent scribe, etches tales without cease,Inkless whispers on parchment shores, a canvas of peace.A mirage of infinity, where azure meets the skies,A calm so profound, it’s where the tempest lies.May my spirit sail, on this tranquil, faux-infinite lease,Mirroring the sea’s charade, a masquerade of endless peace.

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