The Poet Who Wrote With Ashes
Creation often begins where something ends.
By GoldenSpeechPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read

His ink was made from burned love letters. Every verse glowed faintly, as if memory still smoldered between the words.

His ink was made from burned love letters. Every verse glowed faintly, as if memory still smoldered between the words.
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