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Apr 26. 2025
I creep in silence across the window pane, a cold white-hue painted by an invisible brush. Though born of damp breath, I hold no life, and with the sun, I vanish in a hush.
Apr 26. 2025
I creep in silence across the window pane, a cold white-hue painted by an invisible brush. Though born of damp breath, I hold no life, and with the sun, I vanish in a hush.