Monday, June 30, 2025

Borrowed Light Comments

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The moon hums a lullaby tonight, painting silver dreams upon your skin. I wake beneath this borrowed light, tracing stars of where you've been.

Sleep, my heart's quiet symphony. Let the stars weave secrets in your hair. I'll guard the hush before dawn—to find you always, everywhere.
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Amosi Simon Richard
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