As light scatters, we may dwell in depth,
catch the moment before all is absorbed.
Take the green, plucked from a wing,
whilst we mourn ourselves, eye to eye.
Perceived silence,
yet chattering is ever present.
Every echo occupies the space;
rooms spin as we share everything that ever mattered.
I take from you,
whilst you give to me,
to return twofold.
What if this is...
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