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The night stopped between my shoulders and told me not to wait for something already erased. The wind beats between our windows — don’t you hear its fury? A shortened step, framed behind glass. A hurried heart, its pulse caught between breaths. The cold burns through clothes, but if I tell you to look at me beyond the walls — will you come?
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 5:58 PM UTC
elena217
The Night Between Us.
The night stopped between my shoulders and told me not to wait for something already erased. The wind beats between our windows — don’t you hear its fury? A shortened step, framed behind glass. A hurried heart, its pulse caught between breaths. The cold burns through clothes, but if I tell you to look at me beyond the walls — will you come?
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