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Moon of a Thousand Sparks
The night stitched itself in silver,
and there you were,
a crescent made of memory and stardust,
holding the ache of everything that glows.

You reminded me that light doesn’t always roar,
sometimes it flickers quietly
in the corners of who we are becoming.

Every spark that left me
found its way back tonight,
each one carrying a lesson I had survived.

I am not what the dark forgot.
I am what it revealed.
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