Polisih
@qsssxx
Shadows bloomed on snow where moonlight slit the clouds like a scalpel. And I whispered: beauty operates in stealth—it cuts, it cauterizes, it stitches silver into wounds the dark would rather rot in silence.
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Rolfson34
@theowan12
If poetry was a blade, this would be its edge.
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