Serenade the silence—

Where clocks jeer at the veils between seconds.

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In damp corners, dreams thicken like molasses,

Time folds inversely, granting access to shadows.

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Our thoughts are tethered balloons—

bright against the blushing canvas.

Thresholds are mere suggestions,

as uncertainty flirts with resolution.

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Ordinary ambiances twist like smoke—

within the skin of atmosphere, fraying realities.

Smiles cascading, layering one another.

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Collapse your essence; become nothing.

Float in this fountain of whispers;

each gossamer note breaks into silence,

resonating more intensely than ever before.