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A Small Bracelet Under the
beneath the bed, dust whispers secrets
a small bracelet, forgotten, glimmers in the dim
motorcycle shadows dance across the window
while tired eyes search for meaningthe weight of days presses down, unyielding
yet empathy finds its way, weaving through
each link of metal, a story untold
as the heart beats, weary but resolutein …
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Fan Whispers
In the room where echoes linger,
a fan hums a tune of old stories,
hair sways in the gentle breeze,
thoughts drift with the spinning bladesA woven mat spread across the floor,
holds secrets of feet that passed,
eyes trace the patterns of yesterdays,
as the fan whispers forgotten dreamsThe air grows warmer, …
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Newspaper on the Coffee Table
Pages rustle like tired whispers,
ink smudged by restless hands.
An ashtray overflows with stories,
each cigarette a promise forgotten.
I hear the echoes of silent thoughts.Words drift like smoke in the air,
headlines scream without a sound.
Promises linger like ghosts,
waiting to be believed or ignored.
Not all vows need to be …