78semantic
@78semantic
Pebbles scattered along the riverbed, small as broken promises yet shining like relics. Time had carved their tempers smooth, grinding rage into grace. I knelt, wondering what storms I must endure to wear my own jagged edges down to something kind enough to rest in someone’s palm.
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CecileBernhard48
@cecilebernhard48
Caption drinking storms from a glass of vowels.
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78semantic
@78semantic
This belongs in an art magazine
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