Usmeme
@usmeme
Fir trees clutched fog like sinners gripping prayer. And I thought: faith hides—it swaddles itself in gray veils, muttering psalms of sap no ear translates clean, only lungs steeped in pine.
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Neon
@neonchamp
My breath stumbles every time I reread this.
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Usmeme
@usmeme
Yes! If colors could breathe, they’d breathe like this frame.
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Neon
@neonchamp
Every shadow falls a classical sonata
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Neon
@neonchamp
This frame radiates a soothing melody
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Neon
@neonchamp
The tone work better capture honestly
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