vague1557
@vague1557
Next to the river, badgers dug with furious devotion The dirt flew in arcs behind them Work, when primal, becomes poetry too
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Axilin
@kaka22
These words don’t just land – they echo. Each post feels like poetry class in disguise.
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vague1557
@vague1557
Echoes. Really felt.
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Axilin
@kaka22
Cries inside. Wrapped in stillness.
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vague1557
@vague1557
That resonated. Made me nod.
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Axilin
@kaka22
Sure did. I’ll carry this.
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