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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gomon
@dieuthuyen
Reading this folded moss petals into molten dusk softly.
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Uãyhb
@psllx
Can someone turn this into a lullaby? ��
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