Ink, and other temporary things
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Ink bleeds, love fades, and time erases what once felt permanent. These poems were written in quiet spaces between heartbreak and healing, remembering and letting go.
I hope you find pieces of yourself in these pages, the same way I left my own on every word since that cold winter of December.
The weight of goodbyes, the words I wish I could take back.... or say one last time.
-With love, Sofija.
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