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CASSIA
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    Votes 101
  • WpPart
    Parts 61
  • WpHistory
    Time 9h 34m
Complete, First published May 16, 2025
Mature
A name like spice on ancient winds,
rooted deep where silence grows.
She blooms in the shadows of resilience,
weathered by storms she cannot show.

Born of bark and bitter grace,
her scent lingers - soft, restrained -
a quiet fire behind her face,
strength in silence, soul unclaimed.

She learned to speak through stillness,
each glance a guarded flame,
her dreams stitched tight in silence
so no one dared to name.

She was raised not to unravel,
but to stand - a quiet tree -
not to sing, but bear the battle,
like the hush before the sea.
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