The Silent Hours
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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The silent hours stretch like shadows,
long and weightless,
settling in the space we forget to fill.
Breath lingers in the hush,
a whisper against the dark,
a memory waiting to be named.
The world outside is sleeping,
but here-
between the ticking of the clock
and the echo of an unfinished
thought-
something stirs.
Not loneliness, not longing,
just the quiet presence
of something unspoken,
something true.
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