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Quote: I do not love you softly. I love you like a force that remembers its strength. Like a promise that refuses to break.
You stand in that narrow place
between silence and the strike,
where your pulse becomes a warning
and your breath turns sharp as glass.
There’s a creature in your ribs
pacing, pacing, pacing —
a demon with your voice in its teeth,
ready to lunge at the slightest bruise.
But you hold it by the jaw,
not to cage it
but to keep it from tearing
what you still want to love.
And in that trembling pause
before the words would break the room,
you feel the truth beneath the fury:
anger is just the body’s way
of saying “don’t leave me alone in this.”
So you stand there,
moonlit and shaking,
a storm learning how to speak
without destroying the shore.
My Coven
In the velvet shroud of midnight's eternal kiss,
Where moonlight bleeds upon the ancient stone,
I haunt the hollows of your fragile bliss,
A shadow born of flesh and fractured bone.
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