Eqlun
@eqlun
Snow combed branches with white lacquer, stiffening twigs into porcelain comb teeth. Birds skipped like black beads across that brittle spine of frost.
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oitoiday
@lianaday
Why do these words hum inside my ribs?
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Eqlun
@eqlun
Yes, everything heavy leaves when you look here.
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