celkanta
@celkanta
A raven inked arcs across parchment skies, blotting sun’s pale manuscript. Its quill-feathers scribbled threats into margins of day, smearing grammar with hunger.
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Mapun
@mapun
Your lines poured silver winds through the green glass of silence.
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celkanta
@celkanta
Ok but imagine waking up HERE ��
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