Skkak
@cssss
Stars wept gold into the ocean’s mouth, and I stood there thinking: maybe desire is tidal—it drains, it floods, it drags you under sweet as honey, fierce as hunger, pulling marrow through your lungs until even breath begs for drowning.
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Quata Ha
@quahata
It folded a storm and served it in one breath.
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Skkak
@cssss
This is the definition of emotional Wi-Fi.
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