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i become my own midnight hymn fingers learning the soft language of ache & the room holds its breath while i unbutton loneliness slow as rain down a window my body: a wild thing curling toward flame there are moons hidden beneath skin i touch them one by trembling one until pleasure spills open like shattered stars inside my ribs & afterward i lie there quietly blooming as if for one impossible second i had finally held all of myself
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
Loneliness Sings
i become my own midnight hymn fingers learning the soft language of ache & the room holds its breath while i unbutton loneliness slow as rain down a window my body: a wild thing curling toward flame there are moons hidden beneath skin i touch them one by trembling one until pleasure spills open like shattered stars inside my ribs & afterward i lie there quietly blooming as if for one impossible second i had finally held all of myself
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
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