Memories
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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. Silver stems rise through the earth, crowned with pale stars. It is not the velvet of roses nor the pulse of red poppies, Not the fleeting blush of springtime’s first bloom. Oh, asphodel, do you know
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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
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Soundless silence, Effervescent nightmares. Crystal clear illusions of visions of unrest, Tension feeling the unison of love that won’t forget. Simple-minded features of open walls’ regret, Blades of grass dancing with the wind, Slow breath of life that wakes me up within. Chemicals mixed, creating memories, Minutes crafted by meditating centuries. Motion stops moving frequently,
One Way Life 