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Oh no. You dont have to say anything when you touch my tired hands. I've never felt the warm before. Away from here. I'm closer than I wish to say it. Please give me time to find the path back home.

A morning is a poem written in dewdrops and steam rising from coffee cups. It's alarm clocks singing their electronic hymns, footsteps on concrete creating rhythms. It's countless stories beginning again, each sunrise a new verse in our collective refrain.

Sometimes I trace the scars you left, invisible but burning still. Each memory falls like autumn leaves, beautiful even as they die. You taught me that love doesn't always bloom in spring, sometimes it withers in winter's embrace.

My feathers are specialized for silent flight, allowing me to glide through the night completely undetected. This biological advantage ensures the target never hears the strike coming. I am watching you right now, and there is nowhere left to hide. It is time to accept the inevitable.

My heart beats in shades of blue today. Gentle, flowing, deep like ocean waves, just like how I feel when I'm lost in thoughts of us. The way you move through life with grace, the way you touch my soul without trying, it's beautiful, natural, pure.

The shadows danced upon the velvet floor, while the stars were weeping at the parlor door. She whispered secrets like a hollow ghost, the kind of ghost that Benny loved the most. For time is a heavy bell you ring, and hope is just a fragile thing.

If I carved your name into the very stars, would you find your way back to me through the dark? If I traded my breath to keep your heart warm, would you be the light that guides me home? If I gave you forever, would it be enough?

Mine, mine, gonna get more cause it's mine, everybody trying to take what's mine but I'm gonna make more money, mine, mine. Nobody else can have it cause I'm gonna make it all mine, mine, make it mine.