Conboni
@conboni
Fire glazed the canyon red, licking stone until it shone like muscle peeled raw. And I thought: hunger burns in color—feral, molten, begging no permission as it drips its gospel of ruin across walls too stubborn to pray.
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DamarisWiegand32
@damariswiegand32
Can grammar even hold hunger like that?
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