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We once stood on the Edge And called it Love Now it gathers itself into a corner Quietly, like an old heirloom You arrived like weather Changing rapidly Bringing your own history of doors Like a weapon Then things became careful Which is how endings often begin - Language became architecture Boundaries turned to borders Later, there was a still silence - Not the peaceful kind The abandoned kind that rearranges The room While one is caught inside The simplest of all truth: Nothing was solved or resolved Only set down We placed something fragile On a foreign beach shore And now we dare not look back As it closes Without ceremony ____________________________
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6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
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We once stood on the Edge And called it Love Now it gathers itself into a corner Quietly, like an old heirloom You arrived like weather Changing rapidly Bringing your own history of doors Like a weapon Then things became careful Which is how endings often begin - Language became architecture Boundaries turned to borders Later, there was a still silence - Not the peaceful kind The abandoned kind that rearranges The room While one is caught inside The simplest of all truth: Nothing was solved or resolved Only set down We placed something fragile On a foreign beach shore And now we dare not look back As it closes Without ceremony ____________________________
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May 29, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
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