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The warmth you chased was just the echo of a ghost, leaving you thirsty in a world of cold noise.
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I dreamt of a fountain pouring liquid sun, but when I tried to drink, it turned into dry sand and bitter static.
The warmth you chased was just the echo of a ghost, leaving you thirsty in a world of cold noise.
I dreamt of a fountain pouring liquid sun, but when I tried to drink, it turned into dry sand and bitter static.
I woke with the taste of salt still on my lips, finally understanding that the light I followed was never meant to be held.
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