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She wore — a shirt of Football — unthinking — in her grace — I lifted — and the Secret — stood waiting — in its place — A number — like a whisper — that called — my name in thread — the day — that I was given — yet ours — will go unread — For Signs — can bloom in Silence — and never bear their fruit — a prophecy — half-spoken — the heart must learn — to mute —
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Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 6:19 AM UTC
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She wore — a shirt of Football — unthinking — in her grace — I lifted — and the Secret — stood waiting — in its place — A number — like a whisper — that called — my name in thread — the day — that I was given — yet ours — will go unread — For Signs — can bloom in Silence — and never bear their fruit — a prophecy — half-spoken — the heart must learn — to mute —
MothAndMoon
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Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 6:19 AM UTC
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