Conbo
@concho
Lightning unsheathed its blade and slit the night clean. For a flash, the dark bled bone-white, and I wondered: maybe beauty isn’t soft—it stabs, it rends, it writes its gospel in wounds no dawn can suture without trembling light.
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Thapa Shyam
@thapashyam
Words shouldn’t bruise, but here I am—marked.
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