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the air in forgotten halls stagnates,
muffled footsteps dissolve into worn wood,
as laughter spirals in fractals, refracting elsewhere—
an orbit around someone more vibrant.
an artifact of days unfurling in quiet implosion,
subsumed by the gravity of smaller stars
burning with borrowed light.
fingers trace the grains of reality,
a once-tethered warmth calcified into artifact
while braided voices loop like an incantation,
binding you to absence,
to the sepia-toned debris of discarded childhood.
a pulse still drums faintly,
but the resonance belongs to someone else.
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