Binary Dust
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The light is fading from the glass. Watching the shadows as they pass. Iโm holding onto what remains. A quiet ache inside the veins. There is no sound here. Just the weight of the air. Tracing the lines of a ghost. Everything I lost the most. The patterns drift across the floor. I don't remember what for. Binary dust in the palm of my hand. Fading away like shifting sand.
