Pumb
@pumb
Lightning needled clouds in stitches of blue fire, suturing dusk’s torn lip shut. Thunder fumed in bass tremors, drumming grievance into vault ribs of sky.
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fanco
@lubo1
This is what gentle ambition looks like—a sky leaning low.
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Pumb
@pumb
Right on! Beauty hums honesty like soft chords.
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