Light

He witnessed 
what I had to offer,
it wasn't his to receive.

I still wonder
as I make room for the night
what it could be like
if he shared his own with me.

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The Restless Crescent

Poetry, short musings, exploring my reality through words.

The Restless Crescent

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The Restless Crescent

Poetry, short musings, exploring my reality through words.

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