Qadt
@poiuy
Clouds gnawed the horizon raw, chewing light to rags of rust. And I thought: endings aren’t quiet—they grind, they froth, they spit storms from teeth too tired to smile but too proud to rot without a fight.
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uptight
@uptight
Upon ribs of dusk, captions hung their velvet knives.
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