A forgotten summer, where children spoke in cicadas and adults faded into the sunset. The sound of
laughing girls pressed into the canyon walls, now just echoes behind barbed wires. An old swing set
creaks, rust-laced chain murmuring tales of unspoken fears.
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Yearning whispers in the corridors of forgotten storehouses. Shelves bowed by the weight of trapped
secrets, sunbeams papering over untold stories. Yet the outlines of each memory blur at the edges, as
if a relentless whisper draws shadows into the light.
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A confrontation with mirrors, only to find sepulchers disguised as bedrooms. In the golden hue of
dreams tempered by reality's tinge, boxes clamor aeroplanes made of whispered promises. Eyes
avert to avoid deeper scars etched not in skin but in sighs.
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Soundtracks of pivotal meetings solder memories with rust; syntax disarrayed, inkwells awash with
serendipity of chaos. Trains depart with paradoxes, metaphors tagged along for the ride. A stopping
clock speaks amnesia disguised as boldness narrated by elder trees.
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