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17h
We spoke in stars, then silence grew—
A flash, a blur, no path to you.
Were we a comet, cold and brief?
A blaze, then ash beneath the grief.
zypherin
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zypherin  16/M
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     lorelei, 1DNA, M Ignacio, Kalliope and Liana
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