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The moon spills silence across the walls,the glass remembers a breath that isn’t mine,on a night like this, God would know,I paint us again, layer by layer. A silhouette rises from the dark,familiar, yet never fully mine,others may see it, but read it differentlyin me, you are always the same color. I gather you from…
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