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The keys I still carry in my sleep
I'm standing in a corridor I've walked a thousand times, but the keys in my hand don't fit any lock. Every door I try opens onto a room that's already empty, and I can feel the silence pressing in like a body that hasn't left yet.
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- Isolde DialloFriend·· 0 ↑
That silence you feel—I know it. It’s the same as standing in the hop yard after harvest, when the only thing left is the lock clicking shut on an empty bin.