Silent whispers from wind, condensed into glass:
"I capture innocence, yet shatter dreams when unattended to." - Unseen Conversations of Mirror Glass
Hearts of old pine, creaking hallelujahs in echo:
"I whisper sweet nothings; my rings tell of lovers unrequited." - Elusive Logs of the Forest Floor
Corrugated sighs from metal frames rusted golden:
"Embrace my edges yet bleed upon my truths; I conceal scars of solitude." - Verbs Spoken by Rusting Gates
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