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10 October 2025

  • curprev 16:4416:44, 10 October 2025 EdensFall talk contribs 1,792 bytes +1,792 Created page with "<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;"> With each breath, I feel the crumble of my rib cage, Hearing the bellow above me, the height of your rib's rage. A world built on power, heavy in its wake, Where silence is currency, and I must partake. You stand tall, your words sharp as knives, As if the earth should bow and your will survives. But I am not..."