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Skin’s breath whispers along a contour, just toward a mask— I covered all the fears I wasn’t ready to face. No step. No path. Only the law of this place: the rules you never choose, or chase and lovers who kiss, and then debate. That kiss that lingers, then pretends to take shape; and finally collapses into shame. But I climbed anyway. Dust settled on the staircase, each rise _slower, heavier_—stare at the case; for this trial to court a love that never stayed. But the further I climbed, stretching the definition of luck, I fell down more than once; the air above didn’t fill my lungs, it just filled my lungs with nothing— it swelled my chest with pride, hot air expanding this heart, but it was too fragile to hold. Still— memory warmed me, heated moments in my pockets I had to tuck. I spent dreams like coins, a childhood innocence bought out too soon, those poor kids who spent all their tuck. And hope bursting like a cannon shot, life demanding I give it my best shot – _stretching the definition of luck_. So I climbed, until it all snapped— I fell, rose, and fell again. __Here we are__.
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
OddOdysseyPoet
Here We Are
Skin’s breath whispers along a contour, just toward a mask— I covered all the fears I wasn’t ready to face. No step. No path. Only the law of this place: the rules you never choose, or chase and lovers who kiss, and then debate. That kiss that lingers, then pretends to take shape; and finally collapses into shame. But I climbed anyway. Dust settled on the staircase, each rise _slower, heavier_—stare at the case; for this trial to court a love that never stayed. But the further I climbed, stretching the definition of luck, I fell down more than once; the air above didn’t fill my lungs, it just filled my lungs with nothing— it swelled my chest with pride, hot air expanding this heart, but it was too fragile to hold. Still— memory warmed me, heated moments in my pockets I had to tuck. I spent dreams like coins, a childhood innocence bought out too soon, those poor kids who spent all their tuck. And hope bursting like a cannon shot, life demanding I give it my best shot – _stretching the definition of luck_. So I climbed, until it all snapped— I fell, rose, and fell again. __Here we are__.
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