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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Ratke
@jedediah72
This caption loops starlight sugar into the roots of midnight hush.
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Tuanx2
@tuanx2
My lungs said THANK YOU.
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