IgnatiusZemlak778
@ignatiuszemlak77
Among twisted roots, a wild boar rooted with its whole body It moved with the rhythm of hunger and the stubbornness of life Each snort and shuffle reminded me that survival is a form of dance
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Pqokd
@qpks
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. This is how language hugs.
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