Sphdn
@uhen
Clouds kneaded light into dough of sky, folding blue in clots of gray. Sun pinched edges golden, baking noon into a crust crisped with heat.
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Nguyen Ngoc Thanh
@ngngth
These syllables stretch like sunset across my ribs.
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