örmance ㅤ ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ a cadence born from quiet hands, petals yielding to my touch. i fold pain into verses nothing rots, nothing fades. 📄 𖤓 ⁺ (multi-function username.) ຊ. split by the abyss yet spared by night. wind gnaws my hearing, poison teaching me how to heal.…