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 Stillness enraptures manic movement.
Calming cravings. Dulling day’s light.

Center shifts as light lifts lighter things.
Soft silence fills fleeting fragments.
Fragrance fogging failing vision,
growing sweetness,
in clarity’s absence.
So beloved are these.
Left unguarded.

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