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alora Apr 13
I saw you there,
imagined you bare.
Enamored, entranced—
your voice struck a spark,
a flicker in the dark.
In one brief instant,
you lit up my heart.
alora Feb 14
Dear,
If you were here with me,
I’d drape my coat over us
so the unsympathetic winds
will pass over you, no fuss.
once you learn why
I did what I had to do,
in your heart, you surely will construe.
alora Jan 25
The presence of my soul
stands before me
begging for mercy
to become
who?
someone worthy
in this journey
so-called life.
alora Jan 25
You make my brain go numb and wild at the same time

Ineffable things I would do, to make you mine.
alora Jan 25
Test me
open me

dissect my soul into strings.

Braid them and wear them
for my soul will protect you.
alora Jan 25
the light above the stove
looks dimmer
without you.
alora Jul 2024
27 years it took her to realize she wasn't alone;
she had herself.
But who was she? She felt more.
So she left. Alone like an iceberg, she was drifting away to thaw from her past. But once she found herself, she was far from solus.
She felt it. She could feel them. One was cold like it never got a chance to melt away the anger. One was warm, like a hug from a mother. Then there's herself. But is I the real me?
The cold one. The one who is always right can sense the impending doom of what is inevitable.
They call her mad.
The warm one. The one who drowned her sorrow in an unforgiving culture that slowly grabbed her legs and dragged her underneath the waves.
They call her a loony.
Did you know we can't feel wet? We can only feel temperature and pressure.
So, she feels pressure. She can feel the temperature bouncing from cold to warm, giving a sense of chaos. The same feeling she felt fighting to find out who she was.
The tide tore her into three.
So alas there is one who is kind, compassionate, and benevolent. They call her me.
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