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🐨 a Paper Sky🐨
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I was born from a breath, a fleeting thought,
stitched from silver linings into a dream too tight.
They told me I was made for shining,
but I only glow in borrowed light.

I trace my name in the condensation,
on a window I don’t own.
Fingers pressed against the silence,
waiting for a voice I’ve never known.

They carved me a name, they painted me bright,
a marionette swaying on...