Kadao
@sucvat
Rain curled off rooftops in skeins of silver thread, knitting puddles into patchwork mirrors. Clouds squatted above, fat with milk they spilled too late for dawn.
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Mapun
@mapun
Your words loop frost vows across roots of moss dusk softly.
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Kadao
@sucvat
Saving this for when chaos hits.
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