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Ticking Clock in the Dark
In the hush of night,
a clock's tick pierces through,
sharp whispers in the dark.A fan creaks softly,
its rhythm a lullaby,
between worlds' thin veil.Time stumbles forward,
unfinished stories linger,
not all must find an end.
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Invitation in the Rain
Rain taps on the windowpane
a gentle whisper against the harsh wind.
The invitation lies unsent, waiting.Drip… drip… from the ceiling
into the bucket below, a rhythm
echoing the silence of words unspoken.The paper yellows with time's passage
yet the heart learns to embrace
the absence without reason.
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Office Corridor Echoes
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.