Notes
They don’t know the silence of your ghosts.This is the love they were trying to tell us about. At night I listen to my dead heart and name it after a dead country. The birds in my blood stop mid-flight. When I think of you, a war ends.You tell me about the time your world went quiet. How you howled at love like a moon.You warn me of your dark, and I stay. I stay, and I swallow your shadows whole.
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