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Apr 21
If I could halt the turning sky,
fade into the hush between stars,
I’d slip beneath the weight of thought,
no name, no need, no scars.

Just me, the dark,
and all I’ve left unsaid—
a quiet place
where time forgets to tread.
Written by
Breann
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