Eight and the Memories

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Your sleepy face
And short hair
Pale and without an owner
Beautiful dark eyes
That smoke
From cheap Eight
Made me laugh
In this boring world

But like hope
I also lost you
No ring
To you, I promised

Time passed
I forgot you
Everything suddenly changed
Thanks to the Eight I lit

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Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves builds worlds with words, and dismantles the ones that already exist. She writes about what hurts, what transforms and what refuses to be forgotten. She writes about love, identity and the systems that insist on defining us.

She believes literature is the only place where truth doesn't need permission. Her texts are born from the certainty that every story told with courage is an act of freedom; for whoever writes and whoever reads.