Tag: poesia
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Beneath your balcony, I become music—not the kind you hear,but the kind that trembles in your chest before a single note is played. The night leans in to listen, roses… more ›
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Beneath your balcony, I become music—not the kind you hear,but the kind that trembles in your chest before a single note is played. The night leans in to listen, roses… more ›
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