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Bold

Cold

Untold

A mystery to thee

Open your eyes

Compromise

Don’t settle

Walk away

Not today

This time I stand

Demand

Reprimand

The upper hand

Feeling the silky texture of each grain of sand

Unlike anything else

Sharp as glass

Soft as a pillow

Sit with me under the willow

Golden light

It’s not a fight

Love language says “it’s alright”

Whispers to me

Softly

Undeniable force

Coarse

Hoarse

Pleading for refuge

Rescue

☯️

- Amir