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In the Half-Light

There is a hush between the crash of sky and soul— I almost forgot what silence stole his name half-spoken My own heart is unsure if it’s mine Grief echoes softly through measured time footsteps blur on ground not wholly earth or dream— I’m learning that not all ghosts are mean

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