mary ann

You know I love you, don't you?
The lengths I'd go, the words I'd weave,
The dreams I'd craft, the moments I'd share—
All for you, always for you.
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Oh, humble pen,  
You are the voice of my silent thoughts,  
A river of ink that flows with my dreams. 
In your slender form,
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Mary, a name, not just a whisper,
But a haunting echo of a wrong,
An imprint left by years of scorn,
Borne on the breath of regret and sorrow.
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In the darkened depth of the heart's stormy sea,
Where love and hatred twist and roar,
I am a tempest, wild and free,
Torn between the shores.
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In the mirror's eye, the world distorts,
A grin that cuts like serrated thoughts,
Jagged truth, a bitter kiss,
Reality skewed in a devil's twist.
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In the quiet dusk, beneath a gray-veiled sky,
A woman stood by the river's edge, alone.
Her name was Liliana, a flower in the wind,
Once vibrant, now wilting in the twilight of her years.
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Under the silvered light of a thousand moons,
Where shadows stretch like whispered truths,
We begin our dance, a waltz of souls,
Through valleys deep, where time unfolds.
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Petite and bony,
Small and fragile,
Small breasts, a slim waist,
Small hands, delicate feet.
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You, are everything to me,
The sun that rises and sets in my world,
The quiet strength that holds me when I'm weak,
The laughter that echoes in my soul.
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In the moonlight's soft embrace, we begin our waltz,
Two souls entwined, bound by time's unyielding thread.
Footsteps echoing in the void, where silence falls,
A dance that never ends, where every word is said.
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In the hollow of night where shadows breed,
Your touch is a razor, slicing through need.
Our hearts beat in rhythm, a discordant hum,
In the dance of decay where we both succumb.
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