Published on Sat, 5th Jul 2025 at 23:57
We outgrew our hearts, like so many things, and stentorian silence is the crown that sings. Our antique words, so brittle, unworn, may rend what dwells, and yearn to be born. We outgrew our hearts, like so many beats, yet dulcet voices is the rescue we greet ...
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