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Gently cross over the wooden bridge
You have places to go
The bridge has to be there for every passer-by
Dawn to dusk, weathered, not yet to dust
Into the forest deep,
where the rivers rumble and roar
and sing lullabies
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I stumble through these dark streets.
My dry mouth and slurred speech.
I called you but you won't receive,
My drunken pleads and memories.
Contorted minds and lucid dreams,
I'll sink into sublunary.

-Melanie Munoz
#BeKrule
I trace your name across the night,
With solar ink and lunar light,
Each syllable, a burning thread
‘Tween stars that have not shifted red
That I still count each night in bed.

I know you do the same for me
Beneath some distant canopy.
Upon your lips, my name a sigh,
A whispered vow to midnight sky
That tethers us, both you and I.

Our names are written line by line,
With diamonds set to intertwine
As constellations from above,
Devoted to the keeping of
The tacit truth of starlit love.
©️2025 David Cornetta

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In the end,
We are nothing more than threads
Woven into space
Spun from the same dust
Born from the cosmos
So when the stars collide
Remember me in their constellations
can't wake up,
it´s not a dream,
trying to escape it,
with no way out,
just dissociating,
disconnecting from the world,
the feelings,
the thoughts,
from everything,
entering the void,
a simple retreat,
only I am there,
a time out

— The End —