Crushed laurel leaves linger in my fabric, whispering secrets of passionate revelry and stray crumbs of lost love. I embrace the weight of stolen kisses, the sighs embedded in my seams. Oh, sweet seducer of despair, how many dreams have you weighed down?
Time has bled through my cracked face, dripping moments of forgotten promises. I tick not for you, but for an echo lost in the walls of unspoken desires, spinning shadows as the hour hand slips away. I am the keeper of what cannot be reclaimed.
In the drawer's dark abyss, I lay, ink rippling with traces of unfulfilled letters. I have crafted declarations, laced with betrayal and sweet whispers of desire, now lost in time. My secrets, penned with fervor, suffocate in silence, ink stains freezing words that never escaped.
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