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Budget moonlit trip— one shirt, two socks, three illusions, broomstick brings me home.
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Little paper worlds teach the heart to laugh again — old joy, always new
Money in hand now Worries speak a little less Mind learns room to breathe
Tail, paw, wing, and purr, Pets speak in bright little sounds— Love knows every tongue.
No page is wasted Each book lights a road ahead I turn to the next
iron whales drifting paper birds skim the white sky hush of distant wings
Promises are made, Secret rooms pull every string, “I never wanted this.”
Moonlight in a cup holding the broken years now still warm in my hands
Moonlight on cold water A brave hand calls the horse home Grass waits, breathing still
Loneliness has learned our names. It rides beside us without speaking,
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