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Faded Store Sign
In the hospital's muted hum,
I sit with myself, waiting,
Noticing the faded store sign across,
Letters blurred by time's touch.People rush past me, unaware,
Their eyes fixed on screens,
While I trace the sign's ghostly outline,
A relic of forgotten days.The clock ticks in quiet rhythm,
A nurse calls a name,
I …