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A Shadow in the Margin
Twenty-seven years of gathering heartbeats and ink. I am the girl in the corner of the library, the silhouette in the fog, the breath held just before the secret spills. Without a face or a name, I exist only where the pen meets paper—curating the echoes of what we carry but never speak. In this archive, I am simply a witness to the ghosts of our shared silence, weaving ghosts into verses.
Imagine her as you’d like her to look.
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