Corners curled, edges soft
Faces frozen mid-laugh
Ghosts of moments already passed
Holding stillness in their grasp
Each crease a story untold
Each shadow a whispered fold
Of lives that danced before me
Now quiet as memory
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Corners curled, edges soft
Faces frozen mid-laugh
Ghosts of moments already passed
Holding stillness in their grasp
Each crease a story untold
Each shadow a whispered fold
Of lives that danced before me
Now quiet as memory