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Apr 26. 2025
I have no tongue, yet stories I weave, In silence I linger, in stillness I breathe. I’m born in a moment, then vanish with light, a hazy vestige at the edge of your sight.
Apr 26. 2025
I have no tongue, yet stories I weave, In silence I linger, in stillness I breathe. I’m born in a moment, then vanish with light, a hazy vestige at the edge of your sight.