Pqokd
@qpks
Grass slicked its spine in dew oil, shimmering under dawn’s torch. Beetles tongued its gloss like thieves licking gems too raw to pawn.
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Eqlun
@eqlun
Imagine sleeping under this sky with nothing but dreams.
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Pqokd
@qpks
Yes! This isn’t just stillness—it’s strength wrapped in soft.
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