A Stargazers Notebook (Poetry)
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Last published Thu, Mar 5, 2026
This book is a doorway into a "quiet" person everyone overlooks.
a collection of thoughts louder than any voice,
a universe hidden behind silence.
Here lie the storms, dreams, and confessions
that never made it past their lips.
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