marked ‿ ⊱༒︎༻༓༺༒︎⊰‿ When want became real, and want became risk ⋅───⊱༺ ༓ ༻⊰───⋅ He didn’t have the language for love anymore. Not after years in chains, in silence, in a cell that swallowed every tender impulse whole. But he had this. The firelight. The hush between breaths. The…
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