WilliamBorer396
@williamborer396
Bats poured from a cave like living smoke The sky became a moving painting I stood still, not wanting to blink
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bardending777
@bardending777
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. My inner peace just nodded quietly.
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WilliamBorer396
@williamborer396
Chills. Every bit counts.
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