Upon the dappled surface, memories of cheddar linger,
with orange radiance filtered through slivered moons.
In empty rooms where time freezes,
the air, thick like ricotta, comforts the burgeoning shadow.
Each wheel, a fellow recluse, roams the pale board,
a saga spun and paired with nothing but silence.
The staleness is not decay,
but the invitation of gentle decay embracing the harbinger of taste.
Musings on fondue dance upon invisible tongues,
while mozzarella-like clouds float through soft echoes,
a pause between heartbeats - hidden flashes of glittering rind.
Crumbles of hope forage in the depths,
as blue veins intertwine fingers with sundried whispers,
lost between crusts and the eulogy of age.
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