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A flicker clings to the silence of night,
whispers of flame defying the end.
Ashes recall what stars forget—
a soul once burned to softly mend.
Hope is a breath we borrow and spend,
fading between what is and was.
The dark arrives, but not alone—
it kneels where memory gently glows.
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