In these pages, you'll find poetry that lingers like the scent of smoke, capturing the allure of secrets kept close to the heart. The night becomes a lover, the alley a refuge, and each word a step into the beautiful, melancholic dance of souls year...
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Yes, I'm different, dark and strange, With mismatched socks and habits deranged. A tangle of curls, a wild midnight sigh, Singing soft lullabies under a starless sky.
I dance to tunes no one else hears, A haunting melody woven with fears. I savor my tea with a dash of night, Naming my shadows with quiet delight.
Some call me odd, others say mad, But I prefer "enchanted" or "strangely clad" Why walk in light, so safe, so plain, When the unknown beckons, dark and arcane?
So I'll remain, a wild-hearted ghost, Living my life where shadows boast. If you find me strange, then do beware, For I'm different—and love it—rare.
