Paili
@quinm
Stars pressed their wet thumbs into the night, smearing gold until black gleamed like bruised fruit. And I thought: creation isn’t clean—it smudges, it stains, it leaves fingerprints across eternity nobody bothers to wipe.
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Trong Nguyen
@dinhtrong
Who gave dusk permission to write like this?
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