Gamming
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Rain flung liquid psalms through the pines, drumming elegies into mossy ribs. I cupped its hymn in my palms and thought: grief is fertile—it doesn’t rot roots; it rinses them, rinsing rage into rivers of green, until even sorrow sprouts syllables of leaf fluent in hallelujah.
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Haheu
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Reading this burns like frostbite turned fire.
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Gamming
@gamming
Colors creating a every soft gradient
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Haheu
@qxbem
Truly a once-in-a-lifetime kind of shot
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