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Poem 1: Echoes in the Red
The blade whispers of endings soft and final— a silent hymn sung to weary wrists, blue rivers aching for crimson release.
But shadows lie; their lullabies, a siren’s call to nowhere.
Poem 2: The Weight of Hours
Tick. Tock. Each second a stone, each minute a chain. I carry the night on my back, its black hands pressed to my throat.
Light feels like an apology, laughter, a foreign tongue. And yet— my hands are still. For now.
Poem 3: Thin Lines
Thin as whispers, thin as veils, the threads that hold me here. Beneath my skin, a map of longing— paths I dare not tread, roads that end in silence.
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