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( HELP FORWARD ) I pace along the shorelineas as the
sinks like a—
sinking heart,
bleeding its final embers into the salt.
The horizon is a jagged line of gold
and bruised purple, a beautiful
wound thatーnever quites heals. I
walk this cooling sand as derelict;
soul, watching—the tide creep in to
swallow the footprints of those who
came before—a reminder that we are
all just something waiting to be 🫀
consumed by the dark. التهمني
I find myself craving for a companion
to grow with another, a hunger where
we might partake of each other's
silence. My spirit offer its marrow to
those;
writing / art commissions,
profile needs. If you wish to become
one with me before the light fails
entirely, send a word to
Morvethra.id Let us see if our shadows taste of the
same salt. آه، كم أتوق إلى رفيق