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Have you ever wished a star goodnight?
Soft whispers flutter like forgotten dreams.
The moon hums a lullaby, colored in silver hues.
Once, we rode our cardboard rockets, imagining the voyage before us. It was a venture beyond the sleepy heads of cats and the grumpy clouds— always listening, but never caring.
I used to think stars were lost souls looking for a place
A shadow of myself tangled in bedtime stories
gazing at constellations that look like old friends.