The moon rises slow, casts its silver glow. I wonder if you even know The weight of the silence, the ache in my chest, The dream of your voice, the warmth I suppress.
I reach for the stars. They're cold to the touch. A million miles couldn't feel this much.
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
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