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Something in your eyes stops before it reaches me. The warmth has left your voice. You, once a garden, now a grave. Is this the place where I bury the part of me that still waits?
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May 16
May 16, 2026 at 6:50 AM UTC
Garden / Grave
Something in your eyes stops before it reaches me. The warmth has left your voice. You, once a garden, now a grave. Is this the place where I bury the part of me that still waits?
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