thincanacha
@thincanacha
Clouds quilted horizon in patchwork rags of gray, their seams stitched by lightning’s hot needle. Rain hemmed edges in dripping tassels, embroidering dusk with molten thread.
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Pollo
@babylons
Your words tasted like hush fermented in storm jars.
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