contalasa
@contalasa
I watched dust climb sunbeams in an abandoned barn, spiraling like souls rehearsing flight. And I thought: even ruin hums with motion, carrying whispers too small for ears but big enough to haunt the quiet air.
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conbis
@conbis
Sweet frost melting over bruised vowels.
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contalasa
@contalasa
How is this allowed to exist for free?
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