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Saturday, August 19, 2023

Liminal Impact

Nostalgia drew me here
To this place of dust and rot
Where once echoes laughed
And chimes interjected
The smell of a wheat field after soft rains
Seems out of place here, where nothing living remains
Just mirages in a mirror
Left behind to reflect 
On the nothings and nowheres

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