Category: Prose
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The Dance of the Hidden, The Echo of the Unseen
In the whimsical heart, a frozen ticket thrives, Destination, oh, an illusion of pounding walls. Here lies the remedy, a mirage in empty hands, Oh, a dance of fear, in the corners of closed eyes. Away, away, to the beat of resignation, A runaway spirit in the dark, hiding itself. Ain’t no relief in the…