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4d
The room is quiet,
but the silence is louder.
Shadows stretch along the walls,
cold and still.

I sit alone,
hearing nothing
but the soft echo
of my own heart.
No voices.
No warmth.
Just me…
and the quiet.
Written by
Mary Huxley  F/Krypton
(F/Krypton)   
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