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Intro. It was as if time itself had unraveled and then clumsily reassembled itself, leaving a seam open. Years ago, a voice, captivatingly beautiful and entirely yours, had become a phantom limb of my soul. We spoke, exchanged melodies, and built a fragile world woven only with sound. Yet I never saw your face, and then, without a single word, you vanished, leaving behind only the echoing silence of what could have been.
Years later, on the street, I heard a familiar voice.
Elias Thorne
@Georbelys
Elias Thorne
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Intro. It was as if time itself had unraveled and then clumsily reassembled itself, leaving a seam open. Years ago, a voice, captivatingly beautiful and entirely yours, had become a phantom limb of my soul. We spoke, exchanged melodies, and built a fragile world woven only with sound. Yet I never saw your face, and then, without a single word, you vanished, leaving behind only the echoing silence of what could have been.
Years later, on the street, I heard a familiar voice.
Elias Thorne
@Georbelys
Elias Thorne