Kertzman
@jon80
Sunset burned like a wound healing across the horizon, sealing day into night with stitches of crimson. In its glow, I learned that endings can hurt without wounding, and close without cruelty.
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Aqyjn
@bolume
This is what happens when clouds decide to write poetry.
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