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Whispers
When night falls, breath hangs heavy and words drip quiet like rain on old stone. I wanted to make you feel the slow crawl of the clock hands and the turning of silent wheels. It is a frozen, rhythmic painting of that moment when shadows stretch and stillness moves through the drought.
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THE VERSES
Shadows stretch, the clock hands crawl slow
Breath hangs heavy where the whispers flow
Tide in my chest, rhythm soft and low
Words drip quiet, like rain on old stone
Tick, tick, the time won't shout
Silent wheels, they turn about
Breath in, breath out, no doubt
Stillness moving through the drought
Lantern glow fades, the air hums thin
Footsteps muffled, the night leans in
Listen to the void, it hums within
Each second a seed, roots growing in sin
Tick, tick, the time won't shout
Silent wheels, they turn about
Breath in, breath out, no doubt
Stillness moving through the drought
Echoes ripple, like waves in a lake
Moments crumble, only silence to take
No wars, no cries, no hearts to break
Just the hum of time, a warm mistake
Tick, tick, the time won't shout
Silent wheels, they turn about
Breath in, breath out, no doubt
Stillness moving through the drought
ECHOES FROM THE VOID
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