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Midnight confessions

At midnight hearts begin to speak, The strong grow fragile, lost, and weak. The silence opens every door, To hidden truths we can’t ignore. Midnight confessions softly fall, Like shadows dancing on the wall. The words we hide through all the day, Find moonlit courage on their way. “I miss you” sounds much more sincere, When only stars are left to hear. And broken souls stop wearing masks, Beneath the night that never asks. Perhaps the dark was always kind, A place where truth could breathe and shine. For hearts speak loudest after scars, In whispered talks beneath the stars.
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A dream

 Walking with you through the silent street, the sun high above us, a soft breeze caressing our faces... your hand in mine... your eyes gentle, your smile—charming and delicate. You lead me, and I follow, my heart pounding with excitement.

"Show me the way," I whisper inwardly, as the wind carries our thoughts. The salty sea air is filled with a quiet kind of magic. You stop suddenly, pointing to something just beyond sight. Then you whisper—your voice soft, deep, and full of meaning. I feel it not just in my ears, but in my soul.

I can't look away from you. You turn your face toward mine, your hand gently brushing my cheek. Our eyes meet—and then you kiss me. Softly. Like the wings of a butterfly. My lips follow yours instinctively, hungry for more. My heart races, my face flushes. I can't get enough. I know I never will.

Shivers run through me, time feels frozen. My eyes fly open... It was a dream—
but it felt so real.

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