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Tales of Wihtlore
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Where dust drapes spines like ancient lace,
and whispers linger in yellowed leaves—
I wander memory’s rain-slick lanes,
aching for Charing Cross ghosts,
for #villichor steeped in oaken hush.
The scent of thought still haunts me—
a library of loss beneath my ribs.
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2025-05-05T08:40:28.485Z