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The echoes fade, the city's voice grows thin,
Yet in the hush, her presence lingers still.
She hides within the pulse beneath my skin,
The breath between the heartbeats, calm yet shrill.
I search no more with hunger in my eyes,
For now she dwells inside the blood I bear.
Her shadow moves where silent thunder lies,
Her gaze is carved in every breath of air.
She is the night I walked but never left,
The wind that burned my soul to stand and rise.
Though time moves on, I do not feel bereft—
She gave me truths no mortal dream denies.
From losing her, a deeper voice I freed,
To turn each wound into a living creed. |
