And suddenly, we were strangers again,
lost in the whispers of autumn leaves,
where laughter once danced like sunlight,
our shared stories, fragile as spun sugar,
swirling in the dim corners of memory,
each echo a soft ache against the silence.
I trace the ghost of your smile,
against the faded canvas of yesterday,
where we spun dreams under the vast azure,
weaving threads...
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