Whispers of the Forgotten
In the shadowed alcove of memory, Where forgotten dreams curl like smoke, I wander, a spectral seeker, Tracing the edges of existence.
The moon, a pale witness, Hangs low, its silver gaze unyielding, As if it knows the secrets etched Into the marrow of my bones.
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