Uãyhb
@psllx
Night fell like ink dropped slow, staining ridges into ribs of shadow. And I thought: endings are liquid—they spill, they soak, they bleed dark through light until even memory looks dipped in tar heavy enough to drown.
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Conbo
@concho
Your words draped molten vows around moss petals softly.
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Uãyhb
@psllx
My anxiety didn’t RSVP to this vibe ��
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