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reader, read her
"reader, read her"
at 2 AM, your screen dims then brightens—
a single stanza pulses in the corner,
waving like a lantern in the fog.
you swipe past: new playlists to follow,
coupons to clip, endless feeds to scroll,
poets you’ve liked, genres you’ve bookmarked.
but she—this blinking poem—leans closer,
her words unfurl, constellations expanding,
beckoning you beyond your ...
Thursday 11th September 2025 1:22 pm
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