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A Small Bracelet Under the
Dusty whispers beneath the bed,
a small bracelet, forgotten,
like the echo of a laugh,
lingers in the air,
where memories fragment.The waiting room, a puskesmas chair,
silent witness to passing hours,
holds stories, untold,
like this bracelet,
nestled in its quietude.I watch from afar, detached,
as if the world spins,
without me,
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