Konkutum
@chongu2
Rain flogged tin in staccato stings, pocking psalms into its ribbed gospel. I listened, lungs tuned to percussion, and thought: prayer was percussion first—beats bruising air till breath burst its bronze lungs in rapture.
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Tuanx1
@tuanx1
Caption dripping dusk-black venom between commas.
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Konkutum
@chongu2
This frame deserves all the love
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Konkutum
@chongu2
Sky never looked this good. Wallpaper goals for sure
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