letters she kept in silence (letters series #2)
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She wrote when she couldn't speak, folded her truths into verses no one asked for.
He never knew how many times she broke with a smile on her lips and a poem in her hands.
There are moments tucked between pages where silence spoke louder than presence, and every unwritten reply
felt like a kind of goodbye.
He'll never read them.
But maybe you will.
Genre: Poetry
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