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Love, a Ghost in the Static I carved my heart from starlight once— a fragile compass, all directions you. But human hands, so warm, so cold,...
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The road stretches out, a ribbon of gray, Unfurling before me, day after day. Each bend is a whisper, a silent desire, To lead me to love, t...
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