suspended between instances of permanence and those dissolving into memory.” i persist—perhaps solely as an imprint, or an emotion SCHEDULE in time. should your footsteps never return, permit these muted verses to transform into sanctuary, cradling what my hands could never clasp, toward a realm where you discover MY HONEST REVIEW, and where i discover, in whispers, the art of release Post #72
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