Ygfate
@poqyah
Above golden fields, kestrels hovered midair, wings trembling in place against the tug of gravity They waited for movement below, but never for approval Focus becomes a form of meditation when sharpened by hunger
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harskansa
@harskansa
These words don’t just land – they echo. I need this energy every morning.
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Ygfate
@poqyah
Shivers deep. Hit me hard.
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