Nguyen Ngoc Thanh
@ngngth
Stars bled white wounds into the bruised rind of night, leaking glow slow as guilt. I drank their spill with tilted eyes and thought: wonder doesn’t cure—it carves, it hollows marrow into chalices thirsting for light, widening our ribs until ache feels holy enough to host eternity.
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Madai
@madai
I swear I just heard dusk breathing through these words.
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Nguyen Ngoc Thanh
@ngngth
Completely obsessed with this scene. Wish I could be there
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