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her constellations
"her constellations"
Her constellations are bite-sized galaxies of feeling,
each cluster a starfield guiding fingertips
across cool stone beneath the hush of night air.
“Lantern in the fog” becomes Polaris—
steady beacon anchoring a mind adrift
amid the distant hum of restless streets.
Swipe, scroll, tap—
three morning prayers in digital chord,...
Tuesday 29th July 2025 1:35 am
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