The Unwritten Poem
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She was the quiet spark in his world of unwritten words; he was the lingering poem she could never finish. Bound by restraint yet drawn by an undeniable pull, they walked the fine line between longing and letting go. As time slipped away, they faced the inevitable-some stories are meant to be felt, not lived. But in the echoes of their unspoken words, one question remained: If not in this life... then when?
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