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The reception hall was dressed in soft golds and late autumn whites. Candles flickered from every table, and the scent of eucalyptus floated above the clinking glasses and slow jazz. Zeke stood near the dance floor, smile stiff beneath the weight of polished promises. His tuxedo fit perfectly, tailored to the life he was supposed
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“Some Summers Don’t Stay” Eliza’s apartment hadn’t changed. The walls still held framed Polaroids from a decade ago. The lake, the bonfires, the three-day hike where they got caught in the rain. There was a photograph of them on the roof of the old school gym, seventeen and invincible, legs dangling over the edge like
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“Just let the waves bend, Tears of regret, cries of delight, Head on the floor. Everything wanted in plain sight. Clouds of discord, Pieces of broken, Mirrored glass in the dust. Sweetness is spoken. Doesn’t feel like lust.”
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“Woken by a light, Is this where she redeems? Sundays citizens walking the street, Gradually done with being discreet. No one knows her whole, Tainted talk. Liquid courage is not a friend, Falling as they mock.”
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“Clouds of discord Running away from the shore. The rain just poured. It was us-I could’ve sworn. Shapeless shadows walking in the night, Tossing and turning into hopeless Dreams.”
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“My heart is sold. These tears have told. The fire burns out, and these words don’t come out. These words don’t come out.”
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“You went your own way. Letters of Post-it notes, Sincere thoughts, and comforting warmth, Yet the lies come forth. Once again left in the dark,”
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Written Through These Amber Eyes 