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2d
Your eyes
are locked doors in a burning house,
still standing—
but everything inside is ash.
No one hears the screams anymore.

They flicker like dying lanterns,
casting truth across the walls.
A glance becomes a funeral.
You look away—
and the whole world forgets to breathe.
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DRK POET  20/F/Arizona
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