Pumb
@pumb
Lightning needled clouds in stitches of blue fire, suturing dusk’s torn lip shut. Thunder fumed in bass tremors, drumming grievance into vault ribs of sky.
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conbis
@conbis
Who needs therapy when places like this exist?
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Pumb
@pumb
Absolutely! This isn’t empty quiet—it’s a full silence.
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