Threads unravel, bare and thin,
the fabric frays where life begins.
I trace the scars along my skin,
each mark a map of storms within.
Breath catches where the silence looms,
a heavy weight in shadowed rooms.
Fingers graze the fractured seams,
mending moments lost to dreams
The winds you speak of touch my face,
they stir the ash, they leave no trace.
I watch...
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