Dreaming in the hush of violet dawn,
your breath still drifts across my open palm.
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I follow the echo barefoot through silver sand.
Even if the moon forgets to rise,
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spinning like a lantern in slow, endless night.
We are only whispered names,
but every star spells us again—
Dreaming, still dreaming, never to wake.