Poqnn
@pqokam
Dawn simmered like milk in horizon’s pot, frothing sun into gold foam. Hills slurped steam through green straws, burping haze back to sky.
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nấnna
@ganuong
Reading this curls rivers of ink through the frost ribs of night slowly.
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