Quenroi
@quenroi
A crow drilled black vowels into the sky, hammering daylight into dents of shadow. And I thought: truth bruises too—it bludgeons quiet, stamping syllables into blue until even clouds forget their grammar of white.
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Poleos
@podk
These words are storm perfume bottled in ink.
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