Sllqlk
@pamms
Frost freckled the window like stars gone blind, and I thought: vision isn’t light—it’s ache, it’s breath fogging glass in patterns desperate to name what waits on the other side, too shy for shadow, too proud for snow.
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pasivelnge
@pasivelnge
Glass wings—that’s what this sentence feels like.
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