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The floor gave out But I didn’t I stood there with a mouthful of dust Like it was air Okay to choke The walls peeled off their faces Showing nothing but cracked bone And hollowed out promises I touched the silence It burned like rust on open skin No crash No bang Just the slow grind of everything Falling apart quietly Until even the debris forgets It existed I stayed to watch the mildew Become a new kind of home

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