Uãyhb
@psllx
Over volcanic plains, zebras stamp the ground. Dust clouds follow their marching rhythm. Stripes ripple like illusions. Predators hesitate, unsure where one ends.
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unfortunateelisabet
@unfortunateelisa
You didn’t just post—you gave us space.
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Uãyhb
@psllx
Poetry with a side of petty
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