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Rohan Kumara

The silence before the spark.

Buried in noise,

but not broken.

Colors wait beneath the dark.

Fragments gather in silence.

Two dates remain.

Two cities.

Two secrets.

XXIII·IX·MMXXVI — hidden

XIV·XI·MMXXVI — hidden

Wait.

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The silence before the spark.

I was buried in the noise, but not broken.

The city bleeds in fragments.

The river waits in shadows.

A book is forming, not in ink but in wounds.