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Fragments of Nothing
Once, there was a man named Jacob, and once, he had everything. A house that smelled of fresh bread and old books, a wife named Clara who filled the rooms with warmth, and a son, Liam, whose laughter was the melody that played through their every morning. Jacob had dreamed once—dreamed of growing old beside Clara, watching Liam’s first steps, his first words, his first heartbreak.
By DOMINION (GREED)about a year ago in Poets









