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In whispered sighs beneath the shattered glass, Our love once gleamed, now dulled by time's cruel pass. The threads we wove have frayed beneath regret, A tapestry unraveling, sunken, set. Eyes that once sparked with dreams now hold the rain, Silent echoes haunt the corners of pain. Promises broken like brittle autumn leaves, Lingering warmth dissolves as heartache breathes. Yet in this wreckage, love’s faint pulse remains— A fragile glow amid the growing stains.

adreonnaRaeee:

very nice, excellent work 👏

xjacob:

Excellent work

seeker:

yet in this wreckage, love's faint pulse remains ... beautifully said

xjacob:

@seeker wrote:
yet in this wreckage, love's faint pulse remains ... beautifully said
I agree with you

DEC:

Yes this is really good and nice job

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