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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 …