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☆᪥The Moon Walks Beside Me᪥☆
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The night unclasped its black robe,
spilling stars like whispers of old love,
and there, her face—white,
a pale fruit ripened for my gaze.
The moon follows, relentless,
her silver footsteps brushing the rooftops,
her gaze heavy as unshed tears.

“ฬђy do yoย ฬatcђ ๓є?” I ask.
My words scatter like broken glass on the pavement.
I am no ᖰ០៩Ƭ tonight,
only a man—
a beast of labor,
my hours sold to the ticking fists of time.

My hands stink of metal and sweat,
my back a crooked river bent under burden.
Ꭰo ƴoย ภot sєє tђiร bottℓє?
It hums with the ache I cannot utter.
Each sip erases a piece of me,...