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Echoes of Liminal Light
they slither down the long halls
coiling thoughts like vine-sharp calls
calm defies
walls lean in with breathing cracks
truth waits, but never walks back
you flicker—don’t ask why
their whispers rise like flood and tide
but roots hold beneath the lie
you break—and light slips quietly by
Copyright ©
Rowena Velasco
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