A Pyre I Cannot Touch, a Silence I...by Alenjay Padua
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7012"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚́𝙙 𝙋𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙆𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙...
Not heightby The Absent Quill611
611They ask her what she fears most, and she says "heights."
But the truth lives quieter-
in the dust on her brushes,
the fading fire in her hands,
and the art th...
WHAT DO I MEAN TO YOU?by Victor Morenikeji501
501When asked the simple yet powerful question - "What do I mean to you?" - he doesn't just answer with words. He responds with raw emotion, truth, and poetic dev...