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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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Where Our Fires Meet - Poem

 "Where Our Fires Meet"

In the hush of the storm,
when the world forgets to breathe,
we find each other—
not in shelter,
but in surrender.

Your arms are the storm’s defiance,
mine, the ember that won’t go out.
We burn, not despite the rain,
but because of it—
our love igniting even the sky’s sorrow.

You carry a flame in your chest,
and I—
I was born to hold it.

So let the heavens weep,
let shadows howl,
we are not afraid.

We are fire meeting fire
in a world that forgot how to feel.



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