andrew-7

Whisper
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A NightmareThe night holds itself still, strangled of breath. / I cannot... / The grass rises taller than me. /
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Sep 3, 2025
That Familiar PainIt comes with teeth — / sharp and glinting beneath an implacable smile, / sinking in slow, / pressin
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Apr 17, 2025
A Quiet BloomThe petals cling— / not out of need, / but by nature. / Crushed silk / beneath my boots, / they rise
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Apr 16, 2025
Never RestsThe callouses on my palms / speak of daily labor, / the weight of tools and hours stretching long, /
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Apr 12, 2025
The Thin DriftI stand before the mirror, / and I know the face. / Calm, composed, / eyes carrying only what they’v
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Apr 10, 2025
Gleaming Beneath a Broken SkyThe waves come, / slow at first — / a soft hiss against my ankles, / salt threading through the crac
2m
Apr 4, 2025
Majestic in their CrueltyThey do not whisper. / They arrive with sound— / a cataclysmic brass section in the cathedral of my
2m
Apr 4, 2025
Thick as Fog, Heavy as StoneThe silence is not empty. / It hums, it swells, it presses against my skin / until I can hear nothin
2m
Apr 4, 2025
In the Thick of the SilenceI walk, but I do not move. / The floor is solid, unyielding, / cold concrete pressing against my bar
3m
Apr 4, 2025
A Song of Weight and GravityThe Leviathan is long gone, / Its colossal form swallowed by the sea, / A shadow in the abyss that e
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Apr 3, 2025
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