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        .. &. PRESENCE DRIFTS THROUGH THE
          XII   /   'CORRIDORS OF SILHOUETTE.'

XxX.. Made of Sighs, Dragging Footsteps Across a Landscape of Fading Echoes. The Mind is Not Anchored, Thoughts Roaming in Restless Spirals, Circling Memories that Feel Like Dust in the Wind.

       'FEELINGS SPLINTER INTO MIST
              'SLIPPING BETWEEN TREMBLING'

   &.  ───── FINGERS AS THOUGH MEANT.

Held, Only Witnessed from Afar Like a Mirage Trembling in a Dry Horizon. "I'm Lost.." Emptiness Settles Beneath the Ribs Like a Quiet Storm, Quietly Expanding, Quietly Muttering, Quietly Gnawing.

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