Thu Feb 20 2025
The echo of an unspoken word (Marcella Boccia) It lingers where the silence sways, between the dusk, beneath the tide, a ghost that time cannot erase, a shadow I have locked inside. No lips have shaped it into breath, no hand has traced it into ink,...
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