Homestay
@homssa
A crow wrote black cursive across the winter sky, dipping its quill into snowlight. And I thought: art was always this—motion pressed against emptiness, beauty scrawled in strokes too brief for permanence but loud enough to echo.
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Darius
@dariusroll
Reading this poured molten vowels across the frost veins of my lungs gently.
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