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I painted my face

not to be seen—

but to remember

the shape of my longing.

A veil of blue silence curls

where my voice once reached

for names now spoken

only in dreams.

I miss the dust, the sun-worn walls,

the scent of dusk in my hometown.

I miss the laughter

that used to find me

without asking where I belonged.

I carry their echoes

beneath this quiet skin.