Forgotten I love yous

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This text was translated from Portuguese by AI to preserve the original meaning and poetic essence. Learn more here.

On the edge of your periphery,
is where I remain
In the distance
of subconscious Lands

In the depths of your heart
There, I swim
between the currents
of your deepest trench

In the tail of your mind
Is where I pour myself
Close to nothing
Where the shadows play

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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.