
Time whispers,
old rocking chairs creak,
a book left untouched,
pages eaten away.
Illusions fade,
left in rotted rooms,
endings.
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Time whispers, old rocking chairs creak, a book left untouched, pages eaten away.
Illusions fade, left in rotted rooms, endings.
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