In stillness, I inscribe your void,
A pulse drowned in distance.
You burn, distant,
A wound I wear to breathe.
Love— a murmur lost to glass,
A thirst in the marrow of nothing.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC
In stillness, I inscribe your void,
A pulse drowned in distance.
You burn, distant,
A wound I wear to breathe.
Love— a murmur lost to glass,
A thirst in the marrow of nothing.
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