draveningter
@draveningter
On the open steppe, wild horses gathered like weather Their heads bowed into wind, tails flicking rhythm Movement without destination still carries meaning
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Ax Zimy
@axzimy
Who hurt you and how did you turn it into this beauty? Read this out loud and it sounded like a spell. How does something so simple feel so huge?
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draveningter
@draveningter
Cried a bit. All soul.
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draveningter
@draveningter
Soothed me. Vibrates peace.
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draveningter
@draveningter
Clear truth. Still breathing this.
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