Ax Zimy
@axzimy
Rain fattened the moss until it glowed like coins hoarded by the forest floor. And I knelt there thinking: wealth was never goldβit was green, it was damp breath curling up through loam like the earth bribing roots to stay.
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DelaneyLockman683
@delaneylockman68
Over iron ribs, molten dusk dripped into prayer.
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Ax Zimy
@axzimy
Someone please tattoo this on my brain οΏ½οΏ½
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