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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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late-night confessions

How do you go back to passing by,  
eyes that once held echoes of late-night confessions,  
laughter tangled between fingertips,  
whispers that softened the sharpest silences?  

How do you unwrite a name carved deep,  
unlearn the warmth of a voice in the dark,  
forget the way their presence  
once fit into the quiet spaces of your life?  

Do you nod politely, as if your hands  
never mapped each other's scars?  
Do you smile, as if your hearts  
never spoke in unguarded verses?  

Perhaps you walk away,  
not with anger, not with regret,  
but with the weight of knowing—  
some souls are meant to touch,  
then turn back to shadows.

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