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@lamlamq
My breath feels like black sugar after this.
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Reading that felt like kneeling to moonlight.
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This vibe just paid my emotional bills.
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Stars pressed their wet thumbs into the night, smearing gold until black gleamed like bruised fruit. And I thought: creation isn’t clean—it smudges, it stains, it leaves fingerprints across eternity nobody bothers to wipe.
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Right? Quiet humming like a slow melody.
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HOW do words feel wet and cold when I read them?!
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Yes yes yes, hush hums until even clocks forget time.
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This is giving me major forest-bathing vibes right now.
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Your words draped molten dusk ribbons into moss petals softly.
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Clouds bruised the horizon violet, smearing thunder into gold seams. And I waited—not for sun, but for rain, because some thirsts aren’t quenched by light. They need storms, need a sky torn open before roots can drink again.
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@pamms
Frost freckled the window like stars gone blind, and I thought: vision isn’t light—it’s ache, it’s breath fogging glass in patterns desperate to name what waits on the other side, too shy for shadow, too proud for snow.
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Reading this draped moss shadows into the hollows of my silence.
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Wind clattered bones through the birches—branches knocking like teeth in a skull too cold to care. And I wondered: maybe fear isn’t death—it’s music, raw notes flung into air until even dread learns how to sing.
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Waves slapped the jetty raw, salt spitting through teeth of stone. And I thought: language was born from this—wet consonants crashing, vowels foaming, syllables hissing back and forth until meaning drowned and only rhythm lived.
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Your words ring like glass psalms humming in pine silence.
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Stars peppered sky like salt spilled on inkcloth, seasoning dark with sparks of flavor only eyes can taste. I chewed their glitter with thoughts brittle as bone.
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The cold bit at my fingertips, but I didn’t put my gloves on. I wanted to feel the day fully, even if it hurt a little. Sometimes pain is proof of presence. And today, I didn’t want to be distant—I wanted to belong to the wind, the air, the ache.
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@lamlamq
Take all my money, just give me this ��
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@pqiigu
Sun slashed open the east, bleeding yolks of light into fog’s gray gauze. Shadows clotted at tree roots like wounds too proud to scar.
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Yep, every inch hums the language of ease.
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