04-11-2025, 11:37 AM
Click. Clack.
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A moment of solace, a moment of calm.
But in every moment, a sensation of qualm.
But with every click, I persist in this moment, no time to grieve.
For this moment, even with the urge to weep, I must weave.
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But in every moment, a sensation of qualm.
But with every click, I persist in this moment, no time to grieve.
For this moment, even with the urge to weep, I must weave.
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