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 Jun 25
B
You are
so right that it feels wrong
like citrus fruit in January
you are my siren song
sour becomes something sweet
when you linger on it for too long.
In shadows deep, where sorrows lie,
The cuts we bear, they teach us why.
With every tear, a tale unfolds,
Of strength reborn and hearts turned bold.
Through laughter’s light, and whispers low,
We mend the wounds the world bestows.
Each bandage wrapped with care and grace,
Transforms our scars, reveals our face.
So cast aside the weight of rue,
For every hurt has crafted you.
Embrace the past, let shadows fade,
In every cut, our spirit's made.
The manner in which we respond to trials and tribulations shapes our patterns of behavior and our general attitude and perspective on life.
 Jun 24
Max Neumann
Oh, so: pain or heaven?
Rain or baptism?
Cement mixer or Eden?

Dwarves burn
In the storm of life
Mouths glow red

None from here
None of you
One of us

Ghosts became heroes
In the ash-rain of misery
Risen for us

On ancient, cursed ground
Where the same ones always sit
Drinking tea of cold comfort
Tea From Cold Comfort
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