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Jan 17. 2026
Born in pairs, yet never twins by fate, I kiss the ground wherever paths await. I hold no voice, yet tell where you’ve been, Through dust, through rain, through worlds unseen.
Jan 17. 2026
Born in pairs, yet never twins by fate, I kiss the ground wherever paths await. I hold no voice, yet tell where you’ve been, Through dust, through rain, through worlds unseen.