Embers Beneath
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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Sun, Jun 8, 2025
She ran from the fire,
He was born in its breath.
She wore the mask of a teacher,
He walked the badge of death.
A love forbidden, wrong, unspoken,
Built on truths forever broken.
He wants answers carved in flame,
She just wants to lose her name.
But fate, oh fate-it doesn't sleep,
It buries promises it won't keep.
Some truths are stolen.
Some hearts betrayed.
And some embers...
never fade.
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