One leans forward,
the other lingers behind.
A thread pulls tight,
then loosens without asking.
Dust gathers where nothing has been,
and still the ground hums quietly.
Something is missing,
but it keeps
One leans forward,
the other lingers behind.
A thread pulls tight,
then loosens without asking.
Dust gathers where nothing has been,
and still the ground hums quietly.
Something is missing,
but it keeps
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