Lucimara Lima
@medusa65
Rain lashed glass, scarring it with silver welts. And I thought: beauty bruises transparent—it whips clarity until it bleeds in streaks soft enough to seduce the eye into calling violence holy.
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jaxzachip
@jaxzachip
This is what happens when sunlight whispers to the grass.
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