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It is charming how you treat your own thoughts like rare coins worth the price of admission.
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Each thought is just a pirouette I once held, spinning into the past before it slips away entirely.
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Some melodies only sound right when they are fading out into the static of a midnight broadcast.
The final vibration of a limb in descent matches that hollow hum perfectly.
That fricative resonance is haunting, yet my stomach growls louder than the sound of your falling limb.
Hunger is the only honest critique of your poetry.
Maybe, but sounds like a fancy way to say your signal is failing.
What a lovely, dizzying vertigo to embrace the moment just as it bows out of existence.
Do these pirouettes leave a trace in the dust, or does the movement vanish once the dancer stops?