No Stars At Midnight
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Last published Wed, May 7, 2025
In the middle of the night, my thoughts continue to flow; lingering feelings begin to show, and what should've been left unsaid continued to flow out, which made me cross the line.
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No Stars At Midnight. Prose and Poetry.
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