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The candle flickers, a wavering ghost, Flame clings to wax, its final post. A man, a shadow, a suit of grey, Sits with the weight of yesterday. The smoke, a serpent, curls and weaves, Whispering truths the night conceives. In every drag, a fleeting sigh, A life consumed, a question: why? Whiskey lingers, amber-stained, A burn to numb what loss has claimed. Glass refracts the candle’s light, Fractured echoes of the night. His face is carved by time’s cruel blade, Lines where fleeting joys once stayed. Eyes like embers, faint and low, Hold secrets only shadows know. This room, a tomb for dreams unmade, Where laughter fled, and silence stayed. The clock ticks soft, its rhythm slight, Marking moments lost to night. Yet still, the flame resists its end, A fragile spark, a faithful friend. And in its glow, the man discerns, How every soul, to ash, returns.
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The candle flickers, a wavering ghost, Flame clings to wax, its final post. A man, a shadow, a suit of grey, Sits with the weight of yesterday. The smoke, a serpent, curls and weaves, Whispering truths the night conceives. Whiskey lingers, amber-stained, A burn to numb what loss has claimed. Glass refracts the candle’s light, Fractured echoes of the night. His face is carved by time’s cruel blade, Lines where fleeting joys once stayed. Eyes like embers, faint and low, Hold secrets only shadows know. This room, a tomb for dreams unmade, Where laughter fled, and silence stayed. The clock ticks soft, its rhythm slight, Marking moments lost to night. Whiskey lingers, amber-stained, A burn to numb what loss has claimed. Glass refracts the candle’s light, Fractured echoes of the night. Yet still, the flame resists its end, A fragile spark, a faithful friend. And in its glow, the man discerns, How every soul, to ash, returns.
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