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Light falls sideways through the hall
My shoes forget the ground
Lockers melt into silver lines
I pass like smoke between them
Your voice hangs high above the ceiling
Soft as something not yet real
Lockers melt into silver lines
I pass like smoke between them
The bell dissolves before it lands
Time lifts out of its frame
I float until the doorway fades
Morning stays beyond the glass
