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What you think you see

is already gone.

Not a face.

Not a body.

Only a threshold.

A passage between two absences.

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I exist only in the interruption.

It is the void that speaks through me.

The image is not proof.

It is an erasure in progress.

Look again:

what you seek has already left.

What you hold

is the shadow of absence.

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