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Read more about Bare Soul Lines |Intentional Creations by Solmara
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This is where I put the parts of me I’m not supposed to show. The thoughts that don’t sound right out loud. The feelings that don’t heal clean. Bare Soul Lines isn’t poetry for peace. It’s what happens when something refuses to stay buried. There’s love here—but it stains. There’s beauty—but it grows from damage. If it feels too close to home… good. That means you didn’t just read it. You recognized it. 🖤...
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Blood To Ink: Turning my scars into poetry

Apr 03, 2026
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I didn’t stop hurting. I just gave the pain somewhere else to go— and somehow, it started sounding like poetry.
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What I Become When You Pull Over

Apr 20, 2026
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this is a piece about what survival can start to cost when it goes on too long. about loving someone while slowly disappearing beside them. about the quiet moments no one talks about, the ones that don’t look like breaking but are. it’s not pretty, not softened. just real. if you’ve ever felt yourself slipping away in silence while someone you love watched and didn’t know how to stop it… this is for you.
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A Confession from the Edge of Myself | The Words I Shared After You Left

Apr 20, 2026
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I wrote this from the middle of it— not after healing, not after closure— but while I was still unraveling in real time. This is what it feels like when love starts slipping through your hands and you don’t know if you’re losing them or losing yourself trying to hold on.
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Cut It Clean | Intentional Creations

Apr 20, 2026
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This wasn’t written from clarity. It was written while I was in the middle of it... trying to figure out what love actually is and what I’ve been calling love just because it stayed. This is me dealing with my own shit. Realizing some things don’t need to be fixed… they need to be ended.
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What I Didn’t Remove | Intentional Creations

Apr 05, 2026
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Part II of The Inheritance of Rust. Because understanding it doesn’t mean it’s gone. Some things don’t fade— they adapt.
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The Inheritance of Rust | Intentional Creations

Apr 05, 2026
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Not everything you keep inside stays quiet. Some of it learns how to bleed. This piece lives in the space between what you feel and what you never say.