I was acquainted,
with the blanket of stars,
the solace of the moon,
but never the sun.
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Short Poems for a Long Journey
PoetryThe loss of innocence and childhood into a more agonizing transition into adulthood and relationships.
Galaxies
I was acquainted,
with the blanket of stars,
the solace of the moon,
but never the sun.
