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I’ll die if I wither
—in your memories.
ㅤㅤFor what is a life unexamined beneath
ㅤㅤyour watchful eye but an empty vessel,
ㅤㅤexhaling yet barren? ݁ ִ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ
With every fleeting hour, I cling at the delicate trace of your voice, haunted by the dread that it may dissolve into the abyss of silence. My heart throbs with a hunger that no earthly sustenance can satisfy, for it pulses solely to reverberate your name. To be forgotten by you would be to unravel, thread by thread, until nothing of me remains but a shadow begging to be remembered. ୭̥ ⊹ (Where Doves Ache.)
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I’ll die if I wither
—in your memories.
ㅤㅤFor what is a life unexamined beneath
ㅤㅤyour watchful eye but an empty vessel,
ㅤㅤexhaling yet barren? ݁ ִ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ
With every fleeting hour, I cling at the delicate trace of your voice, haunted by the dread that it may dissolve into the abyss of silence. My heart throbs with a hunger that no earthly sustenance can satisfy, for it pulses solely to reverberate your name. To be forgotten by you would be to unravel, thread by thread, until nothing of me remains but a shadow begging to be remembered. ୭̥ ⊹ (Where Doves Ache.)
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