a hymn of silks wept beneath her gazeㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
a vestibule of chiaroscuro thought, where lexemic filigree drapes the hush between breaths. absence becomes baroque, grief an arabesque—etched in ghosted syntax and palimpsest memory.
blessed,
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