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After the World Goes Quiet
When the world finally exhales
and the clocks grow tired of counting,
the night leans in closer.
Your voice softens
like a secret meant only for me,
and the room holds its breath.
Candlelight trembles
across the curve of your smile,
spilling gold across the silence
between our words.
We speak in half sentences,
in glances,
in the quiet language
only the dark understands.
Outside, the moon watches patiently,
knowing what daylight never will
that some hearts
only dare to open
after the world
goes quiet.
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After the World Goes Quiet
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