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Sep 21. 2026
A strand of hair, a candle's dying breath, a flicker, a sliver of all that's left. Like a whisper, I'm barely there, a half faded memory, a wing and a prayer.
Sep 21. 2026
A strand of hair, a candle's dying breath, a flicker, a sliver of all that's left. Like a whisper, I'm barely there, a half faded memory, a wing and a prayer.