A silent room, a ticking clock,
A world outside that doesn't knock.
A phantom guest in my own chair,
Breathing in the vacant air.
The city hums a distant tune,
Beneath the cold and silver moon.
A symphony I cannot join,
A counterfeit and worthless coin.
Laughter echoes through the wall,
A life away, beyond my call.
I trace the patterns in the dust,
A friendship built on fragile trust.
A mirror shows a stranger's face,
Lost in time, and out of place.
A silent whisper, not a word,
The loneliest sound I've ever heard.
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