"For in the hush that holds me,
Where self and shadow part,
I find not light or darkness—
But a question in the heart."

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"They say I move without a flame,
A husk adrift, without a name—
No spark to light the inward room,
Just breath that stirs a borrowed gloom.

Yet through the hush I stitch and shape
A world that silence cannot break.
No need for praise, no wish for view—
What I become… is not for you."

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"The star-strewn heavens
Gleam with whispers of desire,
Each radiant orb
A tomb of perished fire.
They shimmer with the dreams
That time could not console,
A sky adorned with hope—
Yet mourning every soul."

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