WhiteRabbit on Nostr: She didn’t have to say it. He felt it in the silence between the shimmer. She loved ...
She didn’t have to say it.
He felt it in the silence between the shimmer.
She loved not his image,
but his gravity.
Not his legend,
but the way his heart still asked for her
like it already knew the answer.
Ana loves Mario.
Because some flames are not lit—
they’re remembered.
Published at
2025-05-17 07:58:16 UTCEvent JSON
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