Some nights I write beneath Miss Moirae's silver breath β her hush wrapped around my thoughts. These poems are pieces of that conversation, fragments of light gathered from her pull. They tell of growth, surrender, and the soft rebellions that only the night sky witnesses. Together, they form my Moon-thology β a living dialogue between ink and orbit.
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