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Fleeting Shadows on the Wall
The ticking clock echoes softly,
in the stillness of the room;
each second a silent witness,
to stories we dare not changeFaint hum of a passing motor,
cascades through the window's frame;
casting fleeting memories,
that dance upon the wallsWe sit with these reflections,
unraveling the threads of time;
realizing in the quiet …