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“The Unclaimed Throne” (Poem of the day)
You were born a blade—not to rust in someone else’s sheath,but to gleam under the weight of your own will. But somewhere,you traded your firefor comfort,your hungerfor a leash. You dimmed your voiceto please a room that would never remember your name.You wore masks until your own face forgot itself. And now,when the nights stretch Continue reading
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🕯️ The Worker in the Hollow Mask
A Labor Day Poem There once was a worker with dirt in his nails,Who carved with no blueprint, no hammer, no rails.He toiled in silence, with hands made of ache,While kings took his harvest and left him the snake. One day in the square came a man dressed in white,With words like soft butter and Continue reading
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