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Jun 24
She’s a room of golden light,
but one drawer stays shut tight.

She laughs like wind through open doors,
yet guards a key beneath the floor.

I never ask, I never pry
some stars were made to burn and lie.

Still, I stay, though I can't see
the secret she keeps away from me.
A someone who holds a part of themselves in silence. A truth or memory tucked away where no one can reach or she doesn't want anyone to know.
Awnaeji
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Awnaeji  28/F/Switzerland
(28/F/Switzerland)   
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