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Even With You Here
Presence doesn’t lift the darkness. Rain brings brief ecstasy; nostalgia opens a tunnel; loneliness keeps its grip. At dawn, confusion lingers—and a hidden confession: I cry for you, in silence.
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Sand of Past Memories
Windblown memories cross a desert of emotion—truth and lies, the mute speech of silence, and the old questions that wait for answers behind a practiced smile.
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How I Found You (and Lost You)
At your door, a photograph weakens the resolve, a prayer goes unanswered, and the fading outline of a face teaches the oldest lesson—how we find and lose the same love in a single breath.