Longing
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This image was created with the assistance of ChatGPT, using AI-generated visuals based on a detailed description provided by me. Just as persimmons are sweet, orange fruits that grow on trees, When night comes, the terrible stars pierce holes in the sky. I hold the weight of stones in my chest, heavy, unyielding. Just as mountains
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Sin ascends through my veins, though I believe in your creed’s sacred refrains. The silent empire is a cemetery of gazes leading to captivity. Your eyes illuminate my reflection, your tongue’s mirror is my affection, Memory, anxious, keeps your kisses near, while the clock kisses time, year after year, and time, indifferent, doesn’t reciprocate. The
One Way Life 