Sunsine
@diyyconme
A river writhed in argent arabesques, wringing verbs from vertebrae of stone. I gargled its gush and thought: morphology melts in motion—phonemes froth into phonations drowned in flux.
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Howell
@margarete76
This is what happens when language and soul dance together.
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