KawarezayiEcho

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PollinatorsWe should be pollinators of love, / not hatred. / Love is sweet—
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Feb 1
Far fromLike a man lost in the desert searching for water, I am far from well.
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Jan 26
LoveIn grief, / you toss and turn, left and right; / not even on a bed made of clouds
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Jan 25
Witnesses in the nightLacrimation / Until I am dried up, / hot tears meander down my cheeks—
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Jan 22
RainOh beautiful rain, / when you fall, I feel like falling with you. / Let me descend as one of your tiny drops.
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Jan 17
Me and youAnd when we touch, sparks shall fly, let it set our world ablaze like dry tinder, let it spread through all the corners of our souls until one day we are but glowing embers.. we are two stones in the hands of fate itself, isn’t it striking that when we meet, fire is born?
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Dec 22, 2025
DepressionIsn’t it ironic that when some of us are down, “low”, depressed, we cut the surface of our bodies, trying to dig into ourselves, the word itself (depression) when talking about geology, have the same meaning, and even more ironic, some use grounding techniques to cope with it.
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Dec 20, 2025
SadnessIn the dark, my eyes are two glowing coals, remnants of the old, embers of a fire that once burned bright.. / No longer do I emanate the same heat, the same warmth that once attracted life, the same light that radiated in the night, all are gone and I am left alone, slowly becoming enveloped by the darkness.
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Dec 4, 2025
I saw you todayI saw you today, / But just for a brief moment.. / You did? She replied.
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Nov 28, 2025
Never ebbFor some of us high ground is but a few floating leafs of hope upon which we sit and wait, like a little insect whose world is flooded by heavy rain, but lamentably some tides just never ebb, no matter how hopeful we are.
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Nov 7, 2025
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