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I didn't know it would be the last time that you held me through the night. The last time the sky cradled fireflies. And the moon didn't simmer down, Gathering raindrops in her craters. Sorrow cups the sides of my face. Running stoney fingers through my hair. Leaning down to press a kiss and breathe dewdrops into my lungs. As the pitter-patter disrupts the silence.
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC
Desolate.
I didn't know it would be the last time that you held me through the night. The last time the sky cradled fireflies. And the moon didn't simmer down, Gathering raindrops in her craters. Sorrow cups the sides of my face. Running stoney fingers through my hair. Leaning down to press a kiss and breathe dewdrops into my lungs. As the pitter-patter disrupts the silence.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC
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