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." / BACK somewhere, a room hums with old light, soft-buzzed, moth-dizzy, a heartbeat licking the walls, (but maybe that’s just me) the night is all static and silver-threaded hands, touching without touching, unspooling across a sky that never quite answers - how far is far when the thread still pulls? I watch the wind fold itself into the empty shape of you, lingering in the corners, tucked into the seams, a ghost that isn’t a ghost, but still - the air bends around it. a kettle sings...