The Echo of Your Gaze
The salt spray kissed my skin, a cool contrast to the warmth
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The Weight of Crimson Threads
They say eyes are windows, but mine have long been sealed shut,
Static Between Heartbeats
The city hummed, a low thrum of power beneath my feet – a
The Salt of Your Skin
The ocean breathes against the shore, a rhythm that once felt like
The Quiet Bloom of Letting Go
He found me at a time when the city's noise
Stardust on Skin
The rain tasted like static on my tongue, didn't it?
The Weight of Unseen Stars
The city exhales a cold breath, and I am left shivering in
The Weight of Unspoken Things
He found me sketching in the back alley behind the café, a
Suspended Moments
The city is muted from up here.
Just like the colors in
Fractured Bloom
The chipped porcelain of memory is all that remains, isn't
Ephemeral Echoes
The photograph arrived like a stray note from a forgotten melody, its
The Weight of Hours, The Stain of You
They say time heals all wounds. Liars.
This isn't healing,
