
Thu Feb 20 2025
Ghosts in my veins (Marcella Boccia) They move like whispers through my blood, soft specters spun from loss and lore, a fleeting chill, a crimson flood, the echoes of what came before. They hum in pulses, dark and deep, old voices buried in my skin,...
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