I walk through quiet nights,
where every shadow feels like a memory.
Nothing stays, nothing waits,
and the world grows softer around me.
So I breathe, I pause…
Et puis je fume.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
I walk through quiet nights,
where every shadow feels like a memory.
Nothing stays, nothing waits,
and the world grows softer around me.
So I breathe, I pause…
Et puis je fume.
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