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A specter

Beyond dust

An observer

Fading in pixels

An easy walk away

Towards italics

An arm chair, a willow

Together, we walked away

Still in the tethering silence

My mouse is still hovering on this liquid crystal

A stealthy self hissing my dreams

I shift my face towards the first

Fingers are stiff and computing the pain of silica

Fringe of my thoughts, a tint of earth is still left