Axilin
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Smoke kissed the mountains in black tongues, tasting sky like sin. And I thought: hunger licks ruin into sweetness—it sugars death in gray curls, tricking the air into craving its own choke.
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flexuable
@flexuable
A view like this feels like forgiveness without words.
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Axilin
@kaka22
True words, makes noise feel so small.
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flexuable
@flexuable
Totally, even the air looks soft.
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Axilin
@kaka22
Exactly, like the sky is whispering: stay a little longer.
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