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You weren’t like the others, and in the beginning, that bewildered me. Your gentle spirit held onto mine tightly, warm and radiant, like the glow from a swarm of male fireflies, searching for love while lighting up the blackened, female sky. When my body had grown weary and my heart began to wander, you brought me back to safer shores, your declarations of love serving as a Shibari-like anchor to the unstable rope binding my restless traveler soul. Sometimes I close my eyes and remember that day we sailed the skies, the mesmerizing colors of Hormuz Island beneath us, illuminating the path to a fierce, wild love ahead. I knew I loved you then, with your black curls framing your beautiful, brown face, a preface to my undoing, my Shirazi love from the fields of Marv Dasht. We were never supposed to be. Centuries of oppression kept us apart, tainted our potential but fueled our storms. When everyone else ravished then abandoned and left me to ruins, you came back for me. And despite the fact that you have gone…that is all that mattered then; that is all that matters now.
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 4:42 AM UTC
The Clouds
You weren’t like the others, and in the beginning, that bewildered me. Your gentle spirit held onto mine tightly, warm and radiant, like the glow from a swarm of male fireflies, searching for love while lighting up the blackened, female sky. When my body had grown weary and my heart began to wander, you brought me back to safer shores, your declarations of love serving as a Shibari-like anchor to the unstable rope binding my restless traveler soul. Sometimes I close my eyes and remember that day we sailed the skies, the mesmerizing colors of Hormuz Island beneath us, illuminating the path to a fierce, wild love ahead. I knew I loved you then, with your black curls framing your beautiful, brown face, a preface to my undoing, my Shirazi love from the fields of Marv Dasht. We were never supposed to be. Centuries of oppression kept us apart, tainted our potential but fueled our storms. When everyone else ravished then abandoned and left me to ruins, you came back for me. And despite the fact that you have gone…that is all that mattered then; that is all that matters now.
#friendship #love #death #remembrance #grief #healing
Balthazar
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45/F/Germany
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 4:42 AM UTC
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