wihile shadows stretch to steal the light of https://t.co/Dt7HLfuC8h traces patterns down the stone in such a way. I’ve sat so silent, losing track of time
[he ink is bleeding, running in a line
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fairmly behind them.bnd shut the digital door
hlocked the lurking silhouette,
aad found my doorstep amusing. So I reported the phantom,
bs though some unseen ghost
leneath my little pieces of life,
Aeaving “haha” beneath my photographs,
locked account, faceless and strange,