The stage is a clock with a missing gear,
six shadows tracing a brand-new line.
They move a little closer to the centre,
filling the space where the fire used to climb.
The harmony is steady, the rhythm is true,
but the air still remembers
the height of the seventh view.
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Author:
Lilmoonxx (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2026 00:09
- Category: special-occasion
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