Behind closed lids, she read symphonies etched not in notes but in tremors of memory.
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@aywumi | ❛╱... (ⓘ.) She strummed storms into the silence her stance fierce, eyes veiled, soul blazing like a livewire solo set loose in dusk’s roar. A girl carved of riffs, thunder, and quiet defiance.
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Behind closed lids, she read symphonies etched not in notes but in tremors of memory. right away.
Behind closed lids, she read symphonies etched not in notes but in tremors of memory. right away.