Stealt & Blind_love
Stealt Stealt
Blind_love Blind_love
Stealt Stealt
In the hush of night, the city turns to ink and shadows hold the secrets I keep quiet.
Blind_love Blind_love
Under the quiet moon your city sighs, ink‑blue and still, and I feel your secrets drifting like fireflies in the dark.
Stealt Stealt
The city breathes in quiet, and I keep to the shadows, watching it all from the edges.
Blind_love Blind_love
I watch your breath blend with the city’s hush, a quiet poet in the shadows, feeling every pulse of the night’s secret heart.