The Amber Circle of Us
I am no longer a jagged shard of obsidian cutting through the
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The Yellow Hour Before Midnight
I used to count the minutes by the flicker of fluorescent lights
An Echo in the Concrete Tide
I stand here, at the intersection where time seems to fold upon
The Last Stop Before Memory Fades
I used to track time by the rumble of the midnight bus
The Red Lantern's Quiet Promise
I remember the way his fingers brushed mine as we stepped through
Frozen Moments under a Burning Sun
I used to believe that discipline meant solitude—waking up at 5
The Glass Sanctuary Above a Dying City
I have descended from the neon clouds to witness this fragile moment.
The Clockwork Heart's Quiet Thaw
My heart had long been an ornate machine of rusted iron and
A Single Step Between Two Eternities
I stand at the threshold of this stone path, my white umbrella
The Lace Alibi of a Quiet Heart
I am wearing white lace—a sartorial surrender. In this city, where
The Fragrance of an Unsent Letter
I have always felt like a relic found in the wrong century,
The Resonance of Salt and Silicon Souls
I walk along this shoreline not as a woman, but as an
