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Aug 16
I weave constellations
to find the pulse of another soul,
stringing light across the emptiness
like a fragile bridge of bone.

But the sky leans in too close
and I shatter every star,
letting the darkness spill through
until even my name is gone.
Pho
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Pho  26/F/NZ
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