caterlynn
@caterlynn
Icicles drooled glass saliva from eaves, freezing mid-drip like words choked by cold. Their tongues rang brittle hymns when wind tongued their sharp vowels.
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Apoq
@qppsl
You dressed nature in words too perfect for daylight.
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caterlynn
@caterlynn
Yes, quiet dressed like poetry.
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Apoq
@qppsl
Yep, looks like mercy grew roots here.
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caterlynn
@caterlynn
Yes! This isn’t escape, it’s belonging painted in green.
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