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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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Lukatoni

In a world of ideas, Lukatoni did dwell,
His mind a playground, where thoughts would swell.
With fervor, he'd ponder, in creative embrace,
Thinking outside the box, his comforted space.

But one fateful day, as he pondered anew,
Lukatoni discovered, in a moment so true,
That the line he had crossed, was more than a rift,
For his zeal had led him to demolish and shift.

The fragments lay scattered, a box in despair,
As Lukatoni pondered, with a solemn air.
He realized then, the essence of restraint,
To foster innovation, with a mindful constraint.

For in his fervent quest to explore the unknown,
He found that destruction could not be condoned.
With newfound insight, he mended the breach,
Balancing innovation, with lessons to teach.

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