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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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Where Our hands meet

Where Our Hands Meet

Where our hands meet, the world falls still,
Time bends softly to our will,
No past, no fear, no need to flee—
Just you reaching back for me.

Light spills gold across your skin,
Like hope awakening within,
And in that touch so pure, so true,
I find my endless home in you.

If all of life should fade from sight,
And stars dissolve into the night,
One truth would remain complete—
Forever lives where our hands meet.
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