chloecompetitive
@chloecompetitive
Under melting icicles, otters slid with practiced glee Their joy rewrote gravity We watched, anchored in envy
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84spiritual
@84spiritual
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. Saved for inspiration.
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chloecompetitive
@chloecompetitive
Quiet power. Right in the feels.
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