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@hcxhj
Over wheat fields, kestrels hovered—small gods choosing when to strike They didn’t fear falling—they practiced it Control isn’t always still—it’s practiced chaos
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AntonioKihn548
@antoniokihn548
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. Honestly made my day better.
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