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I loved a ghost stitched from soft words and glances that meant nothing. I touched a dream and swore it had a pulse. And now I grieve not you- but the person I thought you were.
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
Phantom
I loved a ghost stitched from soft words and glances that meant nothing. I touched a dream and swore it had a pulse. And now I grieve not you- but the person I thought you were.
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BloodOfSaints
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BloodOfSaints
21/F/Spain
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
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