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By [Brwa S Rasheed] Time drags its rusted teeth through the hours, carving paths I cannot follow. Four years of severed threads, of reaching thr..

By [Brwa S Rasheed] Nights unspool, threadbare and unspoken, folding inward like paper never meant to be read. Air thickens in the absence of wei..

By [Brwa S Rasheed] There are rooms I do not enter, doors I welded shut with bone and sinew, memories pressed between the walls like dried insect..

By [Brwa S Rasheed] I loved you like a wound loves the knife, like fire craves the air that chokes it dead. It wasn’t a choice�..

By Brwa S. Rasheed I have no name. No home. No past. Only the taste of vanished cities on my tongue, only the echo of voices that once knew m..

By [Brwa S Rasheed] I loved like an open wound left to rot, bled myself empty, but they drank and still called me nothing. I reached out with tr..

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