Nagara
@nagarajla
In shadowed burrows, badgers slept through distant sirens Their dreams never heard traffic The wild doesn’t mourn our noise—it waits for us to stop
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Quenroi
@quenroi
That last line needs to be framed. This is why I love words. Respect to whoever wrote this.
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Nagara
@nagarajla
Relatable. Still moving inside.
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