The Afterparty Soul
You won’t find me in the center
of the crowd—
I’m the one on the porch,
holding a weird little dessert,
asking if you want to read poetry by candlelight.
I crave connection, not commotion.
Depth, not volume.
Small circles. Big hearts.
Quiet rooms full of laughter
that doesn’t need to be loud.
Neptune rules me—
dreams, illusions,
early mornings,
bookstore aisles,
a ro…
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