Tuanx2
@tuanx2
Frost soldered grass blades into spines of glass, welding green whispers into stiffened prayers. Sun’s torch bent to break their bones into rivulets of surrender.
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Hutbong
@hutbong
Doesn’t it feel like silence has a color now?
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Tuanx2
@tuanx2
Totally agree, hush humming your heartbeat softer.
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