Wind eats the moon. Dust writes old names. Clocks chew hours thin. Night sweats rust. Spoons bend in cups. Walls peel their skin. Snow sews the cracks. Mice hum dead tunes. Doors yawn alone. Fingers forget warmth. Ash learns to fly. Tea drowns its steam. Shadows divorce floors. Eyes scrape the dark. Spiders mend nothing. Dawn licks glass. Keys rot in locks. Life ticks, half-worded. Rain taps the roof. Wax drips slow tears. Time folds its hands. Birds steal the dawn. Rust prays on steel. Hush gnaws the air. Coal eats the flame. Ink bleeds its past. Bells choke on sound. Hands clutch at smoke. Dusk sews its mouth. Nails scratch the wind. Bread molds its name. Wine sours in glass. Words rot unread... 建了一个树洞 ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️摘要：Wind eats the moon. Dust writes old names. Clocks chew hours thin. Night sweats rust. Spoons bend in cups. Walls peel their skin.
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