Nagara
@nagarajla
Fireflies rehearsed constellations across weeds, blinking myths into soft focus. Night crouched around their flickers, breathing gently like a god afraid to wake.
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huhihu
@sangot
Your lines taste like storm fruit dripping molten ink on snow.
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Nagara
@nagarajla
Inner shift. Flowed right in.
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