Footsteps echo against the cold tiles,
a harsh whisper of anticipation,
like water dripping into a waiting pail.
Voices murmur beyond closed doors,
soft yet sharp, cutting through silence,
accepting absence without a reason.
Footsteps echo against the cold tiles,
a harsh whisper of anticipation,
like water dripping into a waiting pail.
Voices murmur beyond closed doors,
soft yet sharp, cutting through silence,
accepting absence without a reason.
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