Of Grace & Gasoline
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Of Grace and Gasoline is a collection of poems for the love that never dared to speak its name - but burned beneath every glance, every silence, every last goodbye.
Written in the voice of an angel who fell for a man with fire in his bones, these verses carry the weight of things unsaid, of grace unraveling, of a hunter who never knew he was home.
Each piece explores love, longing, silence, and sacrifice - the quiet ache of two souls who were never meant to find each other, but did anyway.
This is how I saw them. This is how I loved them.
Author's note:
From a poet who watched them fall and ended up falling with them... I won't dare to get back up.
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