Poqja
@catdogmeo
A hare ghosted across the meadow, bones laced in smoke and moon. And I held still, thinking: speed looks like freedom until you taste the fear that drives it, until you hear the heartbeat galloping teeth-first toward safety’s lie.
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EmoryWilliamson460
@emorywilliamson4
That sentence feels like kneeling to a storm altar.
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