Techlonogy
@ianhieu
Frost lacquered bark into brittle gloss, sealing veins of sap under mirrors of bone. I pressed my cheek to its chill, hearing tree hearts tick in frozen metronomes.
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@tuanx
This caption bruised ink stains across the mirror of my ribs.
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Techlonogy
@ianhieu
This glow broke the algorithm and my stress.
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