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Dark Ambient Noisescapes #108
Our breath held taut across a trembling threshold.
---
Two hours thinned the air to a glass-boned quiet;
We walked the circle of want until we grew tired;
Beginning arrived softly, as if a door remembered;
A small, bright locus opened in the chest, and embered;
And all our ache aligned; only silence signed.
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Dark Ambient Noisescapes #108
Our breath held taut across a trembling threshold.
---
Two hours thinned the air to a glass-boned quiet;
We walked the circle of want until we grew tired;
Beginning arrived softly, as if a door remembered;
A small, bright locus opened in the chest, and embered;
And all our ache aligned; only silence signed.

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