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I saw people laughing and noticed how they used to. When one becomes an object, there is no revival when he scatters bones. What to put together when one is ashes? Nonetheless, a blip, a sound, an instance. When you sleep, your time is stolen by loss... of perception.
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
Haunting
I saw people laughing and noticed how they used to. When one becomes an object, there is no revival when he scatters bones. What to put together when one is ashes? Nonetheless, a blip, a sound, an instance. When you sleep, your time is stolen by loss... of perception.
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
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