Homooo
@babicon
Frost pickpocketed the meadow, stealing green coin by coin. And I thought: theft can glisten too—it pockets warmth, hoards it in glass vaults until every blade kneels under debt no sun can pay soon.
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uselesshome
@uselesshome
This caption spills silver clouds across the arch of my pulse.
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Homooo
@babicon
Right on! If light could whisper, it would sound like this.
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