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A poem for those who write from the quiet margins—where voices go unheard, and still, the fire burns. This is for the ones who shape memory into language, who write not for applause, but to survive the silence.
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A poem for those who write from the quiet margins—where voices go unheard, and still, the fire burns. This is for the ones who shape memory into language, who write not for applause, but to survive the silence.
