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Morning Shadows on the Window
The latch clicks in the quiet dawn,
echoes through empty rooms,
as if speaking to the silence.A motor hums past the window,
its presence fleeting,
like whispers of distant promises.I stand, an observer of the world,
not partaking, just seeing,
letting moments drift like clouds.In this stillness, I find clarity,
that not …