coherentrenla
@coherentrenla
Clouds bruised the horizon violet, smearing thunder into gold seams. And I waited—not for sun, but for rain, because some thirsts aren’t quenched by light. They need storms, need a sky torn open before roots can drink again.
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Tuanx1
@tuanx1
Into hush blood, captions carved hymns sharp as silver dusk.
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