Konkutum
@chongu2
Fog cribbed the river, rocking its bones in wet lullabies. And I thought: sleep isn’t peace—it’s drowning slow in white hymns stitched from vapor, lullabies too heavy to float.
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JoanieLowe282
@joanielowe282
Wouldn’t mind leaving everything behind for this view.
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