غلاف قصة Breath Held Underwater بقلم TheKeystotheHollow
Breath Held Underwater
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مكتمِلة، تم نشرها في يولـ ٠٨
Breath Held Underwater drifts through the quiet spaces where dreams blur into waking and silence wraps around hidden thoughts. These poems linger in the hush between drowning and surfacing - where the mind drifts through unseen rooms, half-awake and half-lost, always listening for the distant pull of home. It is a tender map for anyone who's ever floated just beneath the surface, longing to rise, to belong, and to feel the world hold them whole once more.
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