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Mark

At a crossroads, veiled in mist, where shadows pass faintly.

A mark inviting questions.

Touching the silence, where hesitation binds the feet.

Is it truth or merely an illusion? 

 

No, the mark carries meaning. 

A determinant to declare a stance. 

A call to the conscience. 

A choice between walking or dying at the crossroads. 

🌷(4)

◄ Dialogue Between Two Closed Doors

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