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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Lulu

In the shadows of a moonlit night,  
Stood Katana, with heart contrite.  
His words like blades, sharp and true,  
Pierced the silence, as his love withdrew.

"Lulu," he spoke, his voice a gentle plea,  
"May you forget the hurt I imparted, set free.  
May every cruel word dissolve in the past,  
And every painful memory, fade at last."

His prayer echoed softly, on the night's cool breath,  
Hoping for healing, for her journey's breadth.  
For in forgiveness lies the path to grace,  
And in letting go, one finds a sacred space.

Katana, with love and pain intertwined,  
Yearned for her liberation, pure and kind.  
As moonbeams danced upon the silent ground,  
He whispered his wish, in solace profound.

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