Ode to A Dying Star || r.b

"Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire

Your arson's match your somber eyes

And I'll still see it until I die

You're the loss of my life"

Hushed glances and heavy silences, half-lit corridors and glimmering reflections. The world hums with ancient expectations and unspoken futures, a quiet cloaked in silk and tradition. Time slips in ink-stained letters, old gardens, and footsteps.

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