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IF I COULD ETCH TIME ITSELF A THOUSAND TIMES OVER, I WOULD TRACE EACH INKED LINE AGAIN. (98:4) Today
. . .ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ Ω.
ㅤㅤㅤYearning For The Unseen Mark
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBeneath Neon Shadows.
I reach—but the needle hums relentless, and the darkness settles beneath my skin like a whispered secret. I mourn the purity once untouched, staining blank canvases with my defiant strokes. 4.- (The cycle spins on, each jolt like a pulse of immortal ink.)
IF I COULD ETCH TIME ITSELF A THOUSAND TIMES OVER, I WOULD TRACE EACH INKED LINE AGAIN. (98:4) Today
. . .ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ Ω.
ㅤㅤㅤYearning For The Unseen Mark
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBeneath Neon Shadows.
I reach—but the needle hums relentless, and the darkness settles beneath my skin like a whispered secret. I mourn the purity once untouched, staining blank canvases with my defiant strokes. 4.- (The cycle spins on, each jolt like a pulse of immortal ink.)