Haiconbo

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Lightning forked the sky into bones, a white skeleton rattling in the storm’s black chest. Thunder grumbled low, and I thought: anger is honest—it doesn’t preen for poetry; it thrashes raw, snapping its verbs into the ribs of air until even the clouds confess they’ve swallowed too much rain.

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is even believe this Can’t real

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a out Looks dream of serene straight

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Caption sharp as icicles but soft as mist.

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Snow drifted down like ash from a slow-burning sky, blanketing the earth in a hush that muffled even thought. I stood inside that white silence and wondered: what would happen if I let my heart keep one season of such unbroken peace?

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Across lungs, hush split wide on glass syllables.

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This masterpiece deserves in golden hues

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This is incredible �� – is absolutely timeless. Where is this?

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Pure light carving shapes into soft shadows

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Night stitched itself shut with comet-threads, hemming silence in seams of flame. I fingered the scorch and thought: even darkness dolls itself in diadems when dread drags its hem through infinity, hoping sequins will hush the scream.

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Bruised beauty leaking from ink—stop it.

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Caption kissed my calm and left scars.

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A crow wrote black cursive across the winter sky, dipping its quill into snowlight. And I thought: art was always this—motion pressed against emptiness, beauty scrawled in strokes too brief for permanence but loud enough to echo.

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My ribs humming like broken hymns.

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Shadows quilted the ravine, stitching its bones in black thread. And I whispered: endings look like this—sewn slow, hemming the wild in cloth thick enough to smother screams, soft enough to trick you into thinking closure is gentle.

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Breath folded under the bruising weight of frost fire.

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This glow might be illegal in 12 countries.

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Feels like the kind of view you whisper around, not talk loudly.

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This caption hums through hollow roots like dusk boiling in glass fire.

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This caption brushed velvet over my thoughts.

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