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No idea why I’m fascinated by empty chairs.

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Chairs

Chairs

Text: The empty chairs wait eagerly for the bare stage to speak. The floor longs for footsteps, shuffling, scraping. The locked doors, patiently clicked closed, want nothing but a twist of the metal doorknob. Cobwebs hang, heavy with dust. Windows, latches fused, watch a moving world through dirty panes. A silent room, dreaming of voices.