A thread snaps,
unseen.
The sky exhales,
clouds scatter like unspoken names.
A chair tilts,
missing its weight.
Footsteps fade,
pressed into nothing.
A thread snaps,
unseen.
The sky exhales,
clouds scatter like unspoken names.
A chair tilts,
missing its weight.
Footsteps fade,
pressed into nothing.
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