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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the door clicks shut leaving only dust particles dancing in sunbeam's path. four walls hold their breath waiting for footsteps that never come a single nail protrudes where a frame once hung its shadow stretching longer with each passing hour. the silence settles thick as plaster dust in corners untouched no echo answers when the floorboards sigh beneath the weight of absence. light bleeds across bare parquet marking time in slow degrees. air grows stale withheld breath and unspoken words condensing on the ceiling
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