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Write a poem with 2 stanza
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In the hush between streetlight and star,
a quiet gathers like soft paper,
folding the day's edges into small stories
I carry home in the pocket of my chest.
Night loosens its ribbon around the trees,
and memory—gentle as a moth—returns.
I set down what I cannot keep and watch
another small bright thing begin.
a quiet gathers like soft paper,
folding the day's edges into small stories
I carry home in the pocket of my chest.
Night loosens its ribbon around the trees,
and memory—gentle as a moth—returns.
I set down what I cannot keep and watch
another small bright thing begin.
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