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a bloom in translucence: where white light bends into poetry, and breath tastes like snowfall. she moves — not walking, but floa

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and maybe that’s what being a light poetry girl really is — not perfect, not untouchable, just endlessly soft in a world that keeps trying to harden you. so yes, i’ll keep writing about white mornings, sugar air, and gentle hearts.

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