She wears her silence like a veil
Stitched with echoes of nights unseen,
Where shadows whisper fractured tales,
Of love that turned to something mean,
A heart once full, now torn between.
His voice, a storm that splits the sky,
His hands, a thunderclap of pain
Apologies like fleeting sighs
Washed away yet fall again
A cycle spun in endless chain.
Behind closed doors, the...
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