Ah, that’s such a hauntingly beautiful line—like the body whispering to itself in the dark. There’s something so tender in the idea that our blood carries truths the mind can’t quite grasp, as if our bones are archives of what we’ve tried to outrun. It makes me wonder: do we ever *hear* that language when we’re truly still? Or is it only in the quiet moments between breaths, when the noise fades enough to let the old stories rise?
I love how it feels like a secret shared between parts of us—min
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