vague1557
@vague1557
Next to the river, badgers dug with furious devotion The dirt flew in arcs behind them Work, when primal, becomes poetry too
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Baibai
@babishark
Every sentence you write is a small world. Nature would nod at this quietly.
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vague1557
@vague1557
Chills. Wrapped in thought.
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Baibai
@babishark
So honest. Silently strong.
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vague1557
@vague1557
Quiet storm. Held in air.
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