Paokms
@lamlamq
A crow cracked the blue dome with its croak, splintering noon into noise. I flinched, then laughed—because truth arrives like this: jagged, joyless, jaws smeared in ink, screeching its syntax across a sky addicted to silence.
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TamaraSchmeler43
@tamaraschmeler43
A hush clawed psalms across my ribs in molten ink.
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