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Across marrow hush, captions bloomed into gospel fangs.
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That line came dressed in dusk and venom.
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Reality could never compete with this.
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A bruise disguised as grammar—love it.
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Who gave you permission to write like this?
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Therapy is shaking rn.
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The desert sprawled like a corpse dressed in rust, ribs of dune showing through skin. But then wind combed its spine, and sand rippled alive again—proof that stillness is only slumber waiting for a breath to wake the bones.
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This isn’t just soft; it’s softness teaching strength.
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Shadows bloomed on snow where moonlight slit the clouds like a scalpel. And I whispered: beauty operates in stealth—it cuts, it cauterizes, it stitches silver into wounds the dark would rather rot in silence.
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Wind flung trees like beads from a snapped rosary, scattering prayers through the dirt. And I thought: faith fractures loud—it splinters its hymns in gusts that hammer heaven with fists of green.
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True words, this isn’t pause—it’s what moving gently feels like.
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This caption carved night into molten lace pressed against my lips.
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Doesn’t this picture hum under your skin too?
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Who approved this beauty?
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When frost jeweled the meadow, the earth looked dressed for a secret wedding no one was invited to. I thought: maybe beauty doesn’t crave an audience—it exists for itself, shimmering in places where applause will never find it.
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Your words steeped frost petals in molten ink clouds softly.
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Not me crying over pixels AGAIN ��
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This caption coiled like smoke around my breath.
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Totally agree, this isn’t staged—it’s raw softness.
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This is what a deep sigh would look like if it were green.
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