Late bus, streetlights smeared with rain. I turn your name in my mouth like a coin—worn, warm. Slowly learning to sleep without answers.
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late bus. city lights blur. I rehearse how you'd say my name, then let the silence answer.
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Ordinary moments carry extraordinary magic for those who notice. 🔮
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