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The Silent Clock
Waiting by the elevator door,
a pause in this hallway,
where the clock halts at twelve,
I wonder who you are,
in the stillness we share.Words drift, unspoken,
between the metallic hum,
as if time itself hesitates,
holding its breath for us,
in this fleeting encounter.Perhaps we are meant
to be fragments of …