I wait where silence used to hum,
Tracing echoes that never come.
My thoughts like tiles beneath my feet,
A stillness too sharp, too bittersweet.
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I wait where silence used to hum,
Tracing echoes that never come.
My thoughts like tiles beneath my feet,
A stillness too sharp, too bittersweet.