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alyssa
is on page 78 of 104
“You tore open my heart.
Now it shines with a new luster.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:24PM
Now it shines with a new luster.”
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alyssa
is on page 80 of 104
“When I leave this body,
people will ask—
what did he do with his life?
I knew you, beloved.
That was enough.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:25PM
people will ask—
what did he do with his life?
I knew you, beloved.
That was enough.”
alyssa
is on page 67 of 104
“When the sun and moon set, they climb another sky.
When you see me going down, see me rising.
A bucket disappears in the well and comes up full.
A seed is buried in the ground.
A flower sprouts.
Why imagine another fate for the seed of the human soul?”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:23PM
When you see me going down, see me rising.
A bucket disappears in the well and comes up full.
A seed is buried in the ground.
A flower sprouts.
Why imagine another fate for the seed of the human soul?”
alyssa
is on page 55 of 104
“You play the strings of my heart.
You play a new chord—
light of mine, love of mine, eyes of mine—
you are music-the melodies, the fade-out, and the memory of it all.
Each breath with you, a new note, a new color.
Every chord you strum lifts a curtain from my eyes, waking me from oblivion, from all my forgetting.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:22PM
You play a new chord—
light of mine, love of mine, eyes of mine—
you are music-the melodies, the fade-out, and the memory of it all.
Each breath with you, a new note, a new color.
Every chord you strum lifts a curtain from my eyes, waking me from oblivion, from all my forgetting.”
alyssa
is on page 52 of 104
“I’ll never tire of you.
I’ll never stop thirsting for you—
that’s my only fault.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:21PM
I’ll never stop thirsting for you—
that’s my only fault.”
alyssa
is on page 27 of 104
“This seam might hold
This seam might split.
I give my heart anyway.
Separation might tear my robe to shreds.
His scissors might wound me—
I know. I give my heart anyway.”
— Nov 18, 2025 09:17PM
This seam might split.
I give my heart anyway.
Separation might tear my robe to shreds.
His scissors might wound me—
I know. I give my heart anyway.”
alyssa
is starting
“You show your face, your flushed face,
and stones spin with joy.
(…)
When I see your beauty, when I see your virtue,
I don’t need those two or three hanging lanterns,
I don’t need the moon.
The old rusty heavens are no mirror for your face.
You breathe in, you exhale, and from the tied up, tightfisted world, a new world is born.”
— Sep 30, 2025 10:28AM
and stones spin with joy.
(…)
When I see your beauty, when I see your virtue,
I don’t need those two or three hanging lanterns,
I don’t need the moon.
The old rusty heavens are no mirror for your face.
You breathe in, you exhale, and from the tied up, tightfisted world, a new world is born.”

