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19h
You said it like a spell,
soft, silly, safe.

Back when love was light,
before it cracked,
before we fell.

I hear it still
Miric
a name that feels like home,
a home that is no longer mine.
Written by
Aymeric  20/M
(20/M)   
22
   Winter Bird
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