The rhythm blooms within her hands,
confessing all she hides in words.
Even the weight of silence stands,
through trembling notes that carve like swords.
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The rhythm blooms within her hands,
confessing all she hides in words.
Even the weight of silence stands,
through trembling notes that carve like swords.
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