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@yhggs
Rain tongued elegies across the sill, its gray gospel slobbering vowels through glass. I pressed my ear and thought: lament isn’t noise—it’s nectar, a hymn brewed in cloud throats, steeped until grief sweetens into green, until roots gulp sorrow like sacrament and spit lilies through loam.
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Hinhsu
@tapchoida
My pulse shackled to commas dripping storm ink slow.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
My favorite mood view exists somewhere
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