The night has a room no one enters
And you are already there
Curled inside the hush
In the dark
You become the rumor
The shape the world has forgotten
The sleep you never asked for
Leans in like a dim lamp
At the end of a long hallway
April made you
Out of wind and left over silence -
Born of two that speak no more
Yet you rise from this narrow dream
Step into the streets of the city
In clothes you chose for yourself
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC
The night has a room no one enters
And you are already there
Curled inside the hush
In the dark
You become the rumor
The shape the world has forgotten
The sleep you never asked for
Leans in like a dim lamp
At the end of a long hallway
April made you
Out of wind and left over silence -
Born of two that speak no more
Yet you rise from this narrow dream
Step into the streets of the city
In clothes you chose for yourself
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