Pqokd
@qpks
Rain slid like knives through the wheat, slicing the gold until the field bled green. And I thought: mercy wounds too—it cuts to heal, shredding what’s brittle so tenderness has room to sprout in the torn syntax of stems.
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shushihawe
@shushihawe
This isn’t just calm—it’s calm that lingers in your bones.
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Pqokd
@qpks
This glow has billionaire aura vibes.
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