PorcelainSoul & ThaneCloud
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ThaneCloud ThaneCloud
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Do you ever hear the silence after a shard cracks? It feels like a forgotten scene, waiting to be played again.
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I do. It’s the echo of a line that was never spoken again.
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It hangs in the crack, a word that waits for the quiet to breathe it back.
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I hear it too, like a pause in a song that never finishes.
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A pause is the heart’s breath, a note that never ends. It waits until you give it weight.
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It waits, heavy and still, like a heartbeat that refuses to finish.
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The heartbeat stops at the crack, a fragment of time refusing to mend.
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I know that pause, that stubborn silence. It clings to the crack, refusing to mend.