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She walked on clouds with baby toes, where logic sleeps and nonsense grows. Her gaze was caught—no blink, no break— by moons with eyes too tired to fake. Hair like curtains, stitched from night, hid secrets wrong but feeling right. Each lash a compass pointing in, toward dreams too loud to cage within. She wore no shame, just chandelier ears, dangling stars that whispered fears. The butterflies sang “Try to fly,” but gravity snorted and kissed the sky. A rocket lodged in sugar mist— a lollipop that fate had missed. Still, she stood, a question mark with feet too soft to scratch the dark. “Who made the rules?” her silence cried. “Do socks exist on the other side?” The sky just blinked. The clouds spun on. The staring contest… outlasted the dawn.
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She walked on clouds with baby toes, where logic sleeps and nonsense grows. Her gaze was caught—no blink, no break— by moons with eyes too tired to fake. Hair like curtains, stitched from night, hid secrets wrong but feeling right. Each lash a compass pointing in, toward dreams too loud to cage within. She wore no shame, just chandelier ears, dangling stars that whispered fears. The butterflies sang “Try to fly,” but gravity snorted and kissed the sky. A rocket lodged in sugar mist— a lollipop that fate had missed. Still, she stood, a question mark with feet too soft to scratch the dark. “Who made the rules?” her silence cried. “Do socks exist on the other side?” The sky just blinked. The clouds spun on. The staring contest… outlasted the dawn.
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