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empty nest
Stairs lengthen
with the seasons,
names slip like
coins in torn cloth.
A calendar lies scraped,
its edges powdered with absence.
Looking‑glass memory fogs,
reflections scatter into hollow rooms.
Between heartbeats—
quiet nestles within its cage.
.
Saturday 15th November 2025 12:48 am

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