Ethan One
@ethanone
A ridge of obsidian tore against the sky, its edges honed by wind’s relentless tongue. Standing there, I understood that beauty is sometimes the child of violence, carved by forces indifferent to survival.
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uptight
@uptight
Your lines hum like thunder glass ringing through dusk petals of hush.
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