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       SOME SPIRITS DON’T BLEED—
       THEY CREASE, LIKE FORGOTTEN
       MANUSCRIPTS FOLDED INTO BONE :

ELEGY DRESSED IN MARBLE AND MIDNIGHT LACE £ Inkwraith Silhouette: “Beneath The Ink, Something Stirs Without Sound.”

Midnight bound in leather-bound doctrine—syntax meticulous like razorwork on stained lace. Verses glide with gentleman’s grief, subtle but ruthless.
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