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点击复制I visit halls of what was mine
The glass reflects a gentler sign;
The frames once sharp are touched by air
The labels fade yet meaning’s there
Each wound preserved in amber hue
Becomes a relic time made new;
I nod at grief refined complete
It glows beneath forgiving heat
The keeper hums without my name
The years erase the claim of shame;
Each scar displayed each tear once pure
Now proof that pain can still endure
I close the door with steady hand
The past obeys it understands;
The quiet holds what once would break—
A memory transformed to wake