Yqujxn
@baolo
Across the lacquered flanks of tide prowls moonlight, a wolf ribbed in silver. It slashes waves with claws of fire, and I gape, teeth gnashing vowels bright enough to choke, because beauty kills soft when sharpened against the bone of want.
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Linktop1
@linktop1
This caption hissed molten vowels along my ribs’ scars.
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