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Against a choir of wind howl cranes, throats braided in smoke. Their wings stitch vowels through fog like knives threading gauze, and I bite their cry in half, jaw brimming with sound bright enough to shatter the iron spine of dusk.

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Slowed my whole world.

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Homooo pfp

Small but mighty.

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Haheu pfp

Are these captions legal weapons? Asking for my emotions.

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willliam pfp

That sentence tasted like salt and scripture.

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Clove pfp

I need these words stitched into my shadow.

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It rested in my chest

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Mamama pfp

OMG this caption hums like a forbidden gospel.

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That sentence feels like frostbite and fever making out.

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Everything softened at once

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Perl More pfp

Wrapped up in calm.

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Lucas pfp

When words feel like rain on dry ground.

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Caught me off guard.

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My lungs chant gospel slit open in aurora hiss.

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Ryan One pfp

Reading this = exhale.

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My jaw aches like I chewed on dusk.

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Rama nimon pfp

The words float

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Haheu pfp

I stayed still after reading.

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Paili pfp

My spine flickers green hiss after that caption.

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Soft, like memory.

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