willliam
@willliam
Horizon smoldered like the lip of a kiln spitting fire into dusk. Sky cracked under heat, and clouds blistered in scarlet welts before night applied its soothing blue balm.
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Ax Zimy
@axzimy
How do words make me feel both fire and frost?
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willliam
@willliam
Yep, this isn’t noise paused—it’s noise gone.
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Ax Zimy
@axzimy
True words, this hush hums like love without noise.
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willliam
@willliam
My new wallpaper for life.
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