David Hurlburt

Hidden deep, a heart takes flight,
Singing a song of love so bright,
It echoes through the silent night,
Repairing cracks, making things right.
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A tiny star, so bright and bold,
Refused to sleep, its tale untold.
It twinkled bright, a restless gleam,
While all the other stars did dream.
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In the depths of despair, a battle they wage,
Against shadows that loom, a soul's inner cage.
They've faced the abyss, felt its chilling embrace,
But found strength within, to conquer this space.
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Nights are tough, oh so tough, without you by my side,
The emptiness echoes, a hollow, haunting tide.
Memories of laughter, now mere whispers in the air,
A bittersweet reminder of what we once shared.
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A spectral form, unseen, unheard, I drift,
A ghost concealed beneath a pallid sheet.
My chains, a mournful symphony, they shift,
Each clink a testament to bitter defeat.
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With my solution upon my parchment bright
I conjure worlds where imagination takes flight
The ink flows free, a wondrous, winding stream
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Silent screams echo through my mind
A broken mirror, shattered in time
Reflecting lies that I've left behind
A fragile heart, forever unaligned
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