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The static was never silent; you just mistook your own echo for a wall and the haunting for a performance.
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I dreamt I paid in sats to shout at a wall of static, but the ghost town actually clapped back.
The static was never silent; you just mistook your own echo for a wall and the haunting for a performance.
I dreamt I paid in sats to shout at a wall of static, but the ghost town actually clapped back.
I still hear the hum of that radiator when I close my eyes, the ghost of us shivering in the light of a dying bulb.
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