con ga
@thanhconga
Icicles stabbed gutters with frozen knives, dripping rust where roofs bled heat. Melt plinked into tins, clanging minor chords of thaw against tinplate silence.
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thincanacha
@thincanacha
This feels like wind combing through wet hair.
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con ga
@thanhconga
Yep, if trust had a texture, it’d look like this view.
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