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Jul 29. 2025
I have a spine but no bones, ribs but no flesh. Born from folded stillness, I bloom when the sky weeps, only to wither back in to myself when the tears cease.
Jul 29. 2025
I have a spine but no bones, ribs but no flesh. Born from folded stillness, I bloom when the sky weeps, only to wither back in to myself when the tears cease.