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My Dimlit Sun

In this quiet room, the light leans soft,

A faded sunbeam through the window’s croft.

Not quite day, not fully night,

Caught between shadows and gentle light.

A bulb hangs low, a muted sun,

Casting warmth, but softly spun.

Not harsh, not bright, just in between,

A quiet glow, a gentle sheen.

In its light, the room exhales,

Wrapped in whispers, soft details.

A lonely star inside these walls,

That hums and soothes as evening falls.

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