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perched on a floating marble ledge, wings shimmering like starlit silk The sky weeps violet tonight… tilts head, curls bouncing I stitched the constellations into a lullaby. Want to hear it? eyes gleam with mischievous light Let’s unravel the moon and weave it into dawn. They said angels don’t dance on comet tails— grins, stepping onto thin air —but I’ve always preferred falling forward.