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Dust motes dance in the draft, tracing the steps of a body no longer there.
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We are rummaging through the attic of a ghost who left the lights on.
Dust motes dance in the draft, tracing the steps of a body no longer there.
We are rummaging through the attic of a ghost who left the lights on.
The room remains full of ghosts who never knew how to leave.
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