The thoughts slip like wisps of fog through fingers,
pulling taut the invisible threads of anticipation,
scribbled messages blink under layers unseen.
The history of half-remembrances,
a symphony conducted by echoes of laughter,
lost in the woven warp of what exists...
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Whispered Reflections | Disturbing Beneath | Ink That Hides
Squares of memory stand still—an enigma engaged,
flutters of illumination whisper songs of pennies left behind,
wanderers in time clothed in shadow.
The mundane vibrates upwards,
sunken pieces smudge along the pane,
reverberations of whispered decisions cascade into chaos,
tangled threads consuming the fact.