walking a quiet path valentina found a wilted flower admiring its faded beauty she wondered if this flower has ever been loved or did she bloom in gardens of neglect have her petals ever kissed the one who got away valentina took her home to spend her lonely nights watering dead flowers with tears of yesterday
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your absence wanders the solitude of my room through labyrinths of silence like my heartbeat screaming inside the darkest of catacombs it is a symphony of memories that echo with no finale an unholy apparition haunting without mercy as I lay in a bed of dead roses where the thorns of your absence are forever piercing me
everywhere time inscribes his indelible marks there remains one untainted corner beneath a thousand wounds of boiling sensitivities our hearts are a lab creating poetic alchemy a lonely place where the unloved transform melancholy into poetry