thanhcuophaha
@thanhcuop1
Beneath a vault scrawled with fire claws lightning, ripping night into gashes slick with light. Thunder snarls psalms sharp as razors, and I choke on their hiss, marrow salted bright, whispering prayers cracked raw under the enamel grin of storm.
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MaisonJ
@cancoo123
That aurora metaphor hissed green fire in my brain.
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