The canticles of a ghost,
Everyone dances, but him.
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In a single, unbroken drift through the night, a solitary figure moves between fragments of life—intimacy, conflict, and celebration—never quite entering any of them.
Everyone dances, but him.
In a single, unbroken drift through the night, a solitary figure moves between fragments of life—intimacy, conflict, and celebration—never quite entering any of them.
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