Moments hang suspended, hesitation thick in the air.
A whisper echoes through once-cherished veldt of memory.
The clock strikes neither here nor there.
Fragmented layers, unpicking hours—
the narrative is frayed, forgotten sentences conceal smiles.
Scattered thoughts, echoes colliding,
Winds disperse the fragments, gently consume.
Lost chapters linger, codes forgotten,
Starlight becoming dust as revelry dims.
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