Step unscathed into the twilight
Where echoes skirt around cracked memories.
Do you hear the shimmering silence?
From the confluence stars are inexhaust ible arms viewpoin ts throbbing with an unspoken beat.
Crumpling aged pages, stained with bright desires. Fact evaporates in glitterlaced smoke.
Wonder - can a traveler return home bathed in the light of not-yet-forgotten tomorrows?
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