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**Fading Echoes**
**Fading Echoes** In the quiet corners of memory, Where shadows linger and whispers fade, I find the remnants of a love once bright, Now dulled by time’s relentless blade. We danced upon the precipice of dreams, Our laughter echoing through starlit nights, But fate, that cruel and capricious muse, Unfurled her wings and took her…
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Today was meant to be a day of joy,
Today was meant to be a day of joy, A union of hearts, a future to deploy. An emerald-eyed queen, a mother so dear, But now, only silence, and a heart full of fear. We stood on the brink of a life to unfold, With dreams intertwined, stories untold. Yet, in a moment, you walked…
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3 AUG 2024 a eulogy
3 AUG 2024 a eulogy Today was meant to be a day of joy, a celebration of love and unity. Instead, it has become a day of reflection, a poignant reminder of what could have been. As I gather my thoughts and emotions, I honor this day with a eulogy that captures both the beauty…
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Echoes of the Past
Echoes of the Past In the quiet of the evening, when the world slows down, A single dad sits, wearing a weary frown. The weight of the day, heavy on his chest, He yearns for a moment of peace, a chance to rest. But then the phone rings, a sound from long ago, A voice…
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Missing her 2
The real power of a man is measured by the size of the smile he puts on the woman sitting next to him. Right now I’m powerless and her smile is diminishing faster for every nanometer she drifts farther away. Making a microscopic measure of distance feel galactic
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Missing her 1
I’ve put myself in situations that seemed impossible to recover from and always pulled through, but never at the expense of someone I cared so deeply for. This time I’ve put myself in a position at the expense of another’s feelings. One who has done nothing to deserve it. One who truly, I owe my…
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Love?
Love? So strong and so pure, That nurtured and shared with another All tests it will endure? What is love, but a force To bring the mighty low, With the strength to shame the mountains And halt time’s ceaseless flow? What is love, but a triumph, A glorious goal attained, The union of two souls,…
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Fading Echoes
Fading Echoes In the quiet of night, when shadows stretch long, I trace the contours of memories gone wrong. The echo of your laughter, once vivid and near, Now fades into whispers, distant and unclear. The ache of absence, a relentless tide, Pulls me under, where grief and sorrow collide. Your touch, like a phantom,…
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Driving through the roadwork
Driving through the roadwork Oh the work they took forever on The road cones blur like memories Of the miles we shared between The place you learned to say your prayers The place I took to praying Loading in and breaking down My road dog, door deal dreams Long before we ever met I made…
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Zac Fox Biography
Zac Fox — A Life of Precision, Purpose, and Quiet Resolve Zac Fox was born into the structured grit of rural life, where his father’s relentless work ethic as a farmer instilled the early belief that discipline was non-negotiable and expectations were to be met without excuse. From a young age, Zac learned to navigate…