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In the quiet chambers of the soul,
a name glows like an ember —
untouched, untouchable,
yet burning all the same.

Some loves are not meant for hands,
only for the inner dark
where longing curls like smoke
and teaches the heart its own depth.

To feel for someone unreachable
is not a sin,
but a mirror —
showing what stirs you,
what awakens you,
what calls to the oldest parts of your being.

Near, yet never near enough.
Far, yet never far enough.
A presence that haunts,
a dream that lingers,
a truth that refuses to dim.

And so the feeling lives —
not wrong,
not broken,
just real.
A quiet star in the recesses of your being,
shining for someone
who will never stand in your hands,
but will always echo in your depths.