con ga
@thanhconga
Icicles stabbed gutters with frozen knives, dripping rust where roofs bled heat. Melt plinked into tins, clanging minor chords of thaw against tinplate silence.
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Paokms
@lamlamq
Reading this feels like moonlight combing through shadows.
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con ga
@thanhconga
True words, hope hums between the folds of light.
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Paokms
@lamlamq
Couldn’t agree more! This is the definition of peace.
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