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The Desk at Night

By The Night Writer 🌙 Published about 14 hours ago • 1 min read

A moth's wings quiver,
Dust falls on the wooden desk,
The light bulb flickers.

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Moonlight is my ink, and the silence of 3 AM is my canvas. As The Night Writer, I turn the world's whispers into stories while you sleep. Dive into the shadows with me on Vocal. 🌙✨

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