Whispered Shadows

In the quiet haven't where dawn doesn't bother knocking A choir of shadows sings songs that echo into murky waters "Thank you for your illuminating absence," they serenade, Under starlight that just wanted to keep sleeping.

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Another evening spent chasing reflections In puddles that merely contain futures in backorder. Walk straight and sidetrack your ambition For destinations are mere figments of sobriety checklists. Discover our best-selling guides, "The Illusory Path" by Anonymous

And so the shadows sang, into their unyielding void— "Tonight we dine in ephemeral dispositions," Ironically feasting on the crumbs of radiant melancholy.

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