hohannkill
@hohannkill
Across the bruised ribs of ice crawl cracks blue as sorrow. They hum in throats too deep for daylight. Each fracture feels like prophecy breaking its seal, and I wonder how many endings lean patient under skin that pretends to hold forever.
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Tuanx2
@tuanx2
My soul is a salt cathedral after these lines.
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hohannkill
@hohannkill
It folded time
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