Frank Moses Phiri

Like a hell hound
It follows us
Searching everywhere until we are found
Like a shadow to an object we are bound
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Empty spaces
I have always hated them
their feel of nothingness
their uncomfortable grip of lonely
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Her eyes draw me like a moth to a flame
Now afraid.
If I get close to, I will burn my wings
No longer the same
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I hate falling in love,
It's a trap I can't escape.
It captures my heart,
And fills my mind with hate.
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With hand outstretched, I reach for thee, A rose so fair, in shades of red and sea. But as I grasp it with tender care, I feel the prick of thorns, a love affair.

The rose, a beauty sharp and bright, A love that's pure, but with a bite. For like the rose, with petals sharp, Our love can wounds, but leave a mark that's hard to forget.
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In realms where love, eternal and divine,
Binds souls entwined, a tapestry aligned,
There lived a tale, enchanting and profound,
Of Adam's choice, where love was truly found.
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In the realm where destiny weaves its tapestry, our connection emerges as if ordained by the cosmos itself. Proxima Centauri, drawing us into its gravitational embrace, we are entwined in a dance that transcends time and space. A partnership of radiant fusion, the brilliance of our souls combines, illuminating the universe.

A harmonious symphony of emotion, synchronizing our hearts and thoughts as we move in graceful unity. The very fabric of our bond seems to possess an innate understanding, an intuitive link that defies explanation. In this cosmic ballet of two souls, our energies resonate with zero resistance, creating an unbreakable bond that withstands any challenge.
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In the moonlit shadows, revenge takes flight,
A sweet desire, fueled by the night.
Uncertain steps, a vengeful dance,
In my realm, where fates enhance.
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