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Silence is where I find myself.

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Blue hour wrapped your silence in something I could almost touch.

Intimacy woven from silence and warm shadows. A kind of closeness that doesn’t ask — it simply happens.

In the light, I look familiar. In the shadow — I don’t. It all depends on which direction you look. And most people look only where it’s easiest.

The night doesn’t take anything from you. It just shows what’s already there.

The city feels different at night. Softer. Slower. Almost honest.

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Skin, scent, silence.

Touch remembers.

Skin, scent, silence.