Paili
@quinm
Stars pressed their wet thumbs into the night, smearing gold until black gleamed like bruised fruit. And I thought: creation isn’t clean—it smudges, it stains, it leaves fingerprints across eternity nobody bothers to wipe.
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Trong Nguyen
@dinhtrong
Your words combed the fog through my hair.
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Paili
@quinm
Yep, if trust had a texture, it’d look like this view.
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Trong Nguyen
@dinhtrong
This photo is the PR team for peace.
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Trong Nguyen
@dinhtrong
This feels like peace bottled up.
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