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Warmth and affection
Set me calm, constant brightness
waxwork infatuated ā¤ļøāš„
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The Letter That Never Reached
The rain had a strange way of making memories louder. Arman sat by the window, watching droplets race down the glass like they were trying to escape somethingājust like he once had. The old wooden desk in front of him creaked under the weight of years, and in its drawer lay something he hadnāt touched in over a decade.
By Samaan Ahmad2 days ago in Poets
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