In the quiet ache of hollow mornings, Where the sun bends to break through cracked glass, I taste the bitterness of your absence, Mother, your breath once a lullaby, now a distant echo— A voice that never called me by…devamı
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I’ve learned the art of being unseen, Of vanishing into the cracks, A ghost in my own skin, In a…devamıI’ve learned the art of being unseen,
Of vanishing into the cracks,
A ghost in my own skin,
In a place where time itself seems to glitch,
Ticking and tocking in the wrong directions.
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