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Between them stands a quiet war, a battle fought with silent stares, yet overhead—above it all— a floating man just glares. His body small, his head too wide, his hair a storm of frazzled thought. Does he belong? Is he alive? Or just a ghost that time forgot? The couple speaks in measured tones, their words rehearsed, polite, restrained, but still he hovers, lingering, as if their logic keeps him chained. Is he a doubt? A past regret? A thought they dare not name aloud? Or just a dream that drifted loose, too weightless for the ground? Yet no one looks, no fingers point, they simply stand as if it’s fine. Perhaps we all have floating heads that linger—just beyond the line.
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Between them stands a quiet war, a battle fought with silent stares. Yet overhead—above it all— a floating man just glares. His body small, his head too wide, his hair a storm of frazzled thought. Does he belong? Is he alive? Or just a ghost that time forgot? The couple speaks in measured tones, their words rehearsed, polite, restrained. But still he hovers, lingering, as if their logic keeps him chained… Is he a doubt? A past regret? A thought they dare not name aloud? Or just a dream that drifted loose, too weightless for the ground? Yet no one looks, no fingers point, they simply stand as if it’s fine. Perhaps we all have floating heads that linger—just beyond the line. Do you see them? Do you feel them? The weightless doubts, the phantom fears? They hover, waiting, whispering, just laughing between your ears! Is he a doubt? A past regret? A thought they dare not name aloud? Or just a dream that drifted loose, too weightless for the ground? Perhaps we all have floating heads… that linger… linger… linger…
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