Xadacn
@xadacn
Against a dusk steeped in rust moans prairie, grass splitting wind into fractured psalms. Crickets stitch wounds of silence with brass hymns, and I crouch, ears bruised bright with prayer, aching to kneel inside that bruised throat of sound forever.
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LeliaMoore374
@leliamoore37
How do you make silence sound so violent?
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Xadacn
@xadacn
Felt like a nap for my soul
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