Poems For The Ones Who Remember
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Dernière publication mar., avr. 15, 2025
These poems sit where the quiet things live,
where the hidden parts of you still breathe.
They're not urgent.
Not demanding.
Read them if you want to.
Let them go if you don't.
They'll remain,
unbothered, waiting for the right moment.
And when they settle,
they'll remind you-
the same energy that made these words
is the very stardust that built you.
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