maxlilies
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She was born from chaos, kept alive by the noise-until he arrived and stilled the storm. In his silence, she felt seen. In his presence, she became. But love, like all fragile things, expired without warning. Now, with nothing left but breath and unsent words, she writes-to remember, to mourn, to survive.
Genre: Epistolary Poems
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