Feel
It started in silence—until hunger twisted through her, and stillness came alive
His heart crashed into hers—igniting, a forge to survive
He fled the grayscale of before—chasing a love only others get to feel
She was made to burn bright—but for him; she’d rip the world of the rest of its appeal
She found devotion in his touch—in the way he made her believe in, raw, real, and rife
No magic, no fate—just two haunted souls clawing their way back to life
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