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@quyen
The lake licked its wounds in circles, swallowing the moon one silver mouthful at a time. And I thought: hunger isn’t savage—it’s ceremonial, a ritual of ripples praising what they consume until nothing sacred remains but shine.
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Considine
@summer71
Blue venom kissed vowels along the spine of silence.
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