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When the sun rays casted their light upon the waters, she felt as if all the stars from the midnight sky fell down onto the surface of ocean. And she yearned like a little girl to run forward and gather each of them in the palms of her hands. - n. ib
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
Midnight stars
the sky cried heavily in her pain, that night even the moon hid behind dark skies and grieved with the rain, the whole universe attended the funeral of her heart, as she buried in silence all that what had become from her apart. - n. ib
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
Funeral of heart
She wore him like a garment. His absence left her naked. - n. ib
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
Absence
Her silent tears were telling a story known only to God. - n. ib
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
Silent tears
Eyes loaded with pain slowly raise on the heavy dark curtains; hoping longing to see you again, but they return empty deilluminated heavy as dark skies raining fiercely; my cheeks are drown in the storms of broken memories, burning my lips with the bitterness. - n. ib
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
Broken memories
Her gaze had frozen where her heart carried memories. Her feet were chained to the wonders of destiny. To see a plant grow where she never could imagine, growing deep with roots on foreign earth. Strange are life's hidden treasures, A mystery; that love can be felt while the heart is dead. - n. ib
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
Wonders of life
She was a shadow of fading evening. With the ceasing light, her entity would dissolve in the depths of darkness. - n. ib
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Shadow
In the midst of rain she was standing alone, as if the earth was sharing her pain. - n. ib
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Pain
He was a piece of broken glass. The slightest touch could wound deeply. - n. ib
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
Broken glass
Ah, how sweet was his sword; dripping with honey, he so gently stabbed it in her back sliding like a velvet rose, it left her in ecstasy, that even in this poisoning pain she could taste a piece of heaven. - n. ib
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
His sword