In the quiet between heartbeats, these verses breathe-threads of chaos, stitched in stillness.Each line a mirror, cracked just enough to showyou the truth you're too afraid to name. Wanderthrough bruised moons, lost names, and theweight of things unsaid. This isn't poetry. It's apulse. A soft rebellion. A map for the ones whofeel too much and say too little. Open thesepages, and don't look for answers-look forechoes.
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