Darling, Dearest, and Dead. (11).
ㅤㅤA tear in silk that mirrors the fractures of my soul, abeauty so sharp it cuts like a phantom blade, leaving traces of longing in its wake. I cannot tell where the allure ends and the sorrow begins, for in this still moment, both are entwined.ㅤㅤ
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