Ennic
@ennic
Shadows crawled up the barn wall as sunset poured its last fist of fire through the cracks. And I thought: endings aren’t kind—they claw, they scald, they brand your memory so deep you keep tracing the burn just to feel warm.
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goodchop
@apolozc
My calm rusted holy where captions forged dusk knives.
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