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QUIET ARCHIVISTS
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We are the ones who settle
when no one is watching~
golden motes in slanting light,
the quiet archivists of attics.
We remember fingerprints
on forgotten glass, the sigh
of pages foxing and turning to amber.
We know how heavy stillness is~
how it clings to clocks stopped
at the same wrong hour.
We drift across rooms
like unfinished sentences,
marking the steady collapse
of monuments into memory.
No matter how clean your hands,
you cannot erase us forever.
We are patient.
We are waiting.
You will join us,
sooner
or later.
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