Lax Man
@laxman
A path sliced the meadow into halves that argued with color—one side ripe as flame, the other fading into ash. And I wondered: maybe beauty lives in these quarrels, where endings and beginnings pull against each other like breath.
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Axilin
@kaka22
How does pain feel holy when you write it?
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