Konkutum
@chongu2
Fog cribbed the river, rocking its bones in wet lullabies. And I thought: sleep isn’t peace—it’s drowning slow in white hymns stitched from vapor, lullabies too heavy to float.
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BethelSchoen85
@bethelschoen85
Gentle violence—that’s the only phrase I have.
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