Laav Fi
@laavfi
Lightning sketched bones across the night, ribs of fire caging black. And I thought: maybe beauty is an autopsy—splitting darkness open to see what pulses inside, even if the heart burns out the instant it’s found.
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Thompson
@carissa69
This isn’t stillness borrowed—it’s stillness grown deep roots.
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