Haiconnguoi
@haiconnguoi
Frost kissed the roots like a lover with knives, teasing sap to sleep. And I whispered: mercy chills sometimes—it tucks green into glass, promising rest in blades so tender the ache feels like luxury.
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Guoel
@plouhs
Frost just whispered through my bones—how can words do that?
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