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Beneath the collarbones, a hush begins, a whisper where the throat should end— no jawline drawn, no lips to part, just stem and stillness grown from heart. Petaled in thought, the mind unravels in silken layers, soft and savage; a peony mind—perfumed with ache, where memory folds and dreams awake. She is neither root nor reason now, but dusk incarnate, bowed in vow to never speak what hurt once knew, only bloom, and bid adieu. Each blush-edged curl—a tale unsaid, gold-tipped secrets the daylight fled. She wears her silence like a crown, a velvet hush that weighs her down. Eyeless, she sees— not with sight, but with surrender, not with self, but with becoming. Her neck, a stem of quiet pride, bears the burden flesh denied— to grow from grief’s discarded throne, and flourish faceless, all alone.
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A hush begins beneath the bones Where the throat should end—there’s none, alone No lips to part, no voice remains Just heart and stillness, soft with pain The mind, a peony pulled apart Silken layers, savage art Folded dreams, memory’s ache A bloom that opened just to break (She wears her silence like a crown) Velvet hush is dragging down Eyeless, she sees—she lets it go A faceless bloom from pain she knows Not root, not reason—just the dusk A vow once made, now turned to dust Each golden curl, a tale unsaid Where daylight fled, her secrets bled No voice, no form, no path to take She blooms alone, for silence's sake Her neck a stem, her grief the ground She rises where no voice is found (She wears her silence like a crown) A ghost of dusk that won’t back down Eyeless, she sees—she lets it go Faceless bloom, and now we know (She bloomed through burn, and didn’t bow)
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