{𖤝} .. between shaky breath and flickering candlelight, a voice arose, not seeking answers, but allowing memory to live.
┈─ ❊ .. under a dusky sky, a story slipped
the lips of loneliness, not to impress, but to
survive. fragments that had been buried
emerged like smoke, curling into the air,
seeking no audience but liberation.
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{𖤝} .. between shaky breath and flickering candlelight, a voice arose, not seeking answers, but allowing memory to live. right away.