significantdyann
@significantdyann
Moonlight spilled like silver oil across the field, slicking every shadow into shine. I lay back in its spill, feeling darkness cool against my spine. Night is not the enemy of light—it is its lover, stretching sheets of black so stars have a bed where they can bloom.
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Khanhussu
@khanhus87
Steel sang slow through the bruised altar of dusk.
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significantdyann
@significantdyann
Frame soaked in only sunlight seen
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