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I see you across the hush of years, your hair bright as a rebellion, mine grayed by patient seasons, yet we wear the same wildfire braided through our roots. Your eyes ask what I have forgotten, as if memory itself might kneel and confess its ache. I answer you with quiet hands, rough with stories I could never speak aloud. Between us, a thousand unnamed songs tangle, waiting for the air — your youth, a mirror of my lost beginnings, my voice, a prophecy of your someday. For a moment, I fear you will burn past me, past all I can teach, that your bright hunger might devour what I leave behind. But we do not fear each other’s difference; we breathe it, a fierce reminder that every spark, however new, remembers the first thunder it was born from.
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I see you across the hush of years, your hair bright as a rebellion, mine grayed by patient seasons, yet we wear the same wildfire braided through our roots. Your eyes ask what I have forgotten, as if memory itself might kneel and confess its ache. I answer you with quiet hands, rough with stories I could never speak aloud. Between us, a thousand unnamed songs tangle, waiting for the air — your youth, a mirror of my lost beginnings, my voice, a prophecy of your someday. For a moment, I fear you will burn past me, past all I can teach, that your bright hunger might devour what I leave behind. But we do not fear each other’s difference; we breathe it, a fierce reminder that every spark, however new, remembers the first thunder it was born from.
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