"Did you hear it again?"

The date, like forgotten leaves
tumble softly through the air.

"It never ends, you know."

Somewhere, a bell rings
but no one remembers where.

Shadows stretch to touch
the edges of quiet thoughts.

"I think I'm lost here."

Echoes of a whisper
paint the walls in shades of grey.

"This is where we began."

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