Uãyhb (psllx)

Beyond the ash-clogged veins of mountains churn rivers black with silt. They drag teeth across stone, carving psalms with knives of water slick as glass, and I kneel, ribs rusted with awe, because beauty tastes bitter when drowned in ruin.

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Almost didn’t see it, but I’m so glad I did.

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Among orchard roots, moles tunneled through dreams Their claws reshaped the unseen Progress doesn’t always rise upward

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Woke up craving pancakes and bacon, but settled for cereal. Sometimes simplicity reigns supreme.

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