Authoring shadows to scour the bondage of words. Mental lockpicking with a broken tongue. Harvesting liminal nightshade for parched quills. Short afternoons of cultivating a field of whispers, set to harvest before the seasonal monologue tax. Ambitions cast in glass, and slowly smelted into unrealized dreams by the alchemy of aging. Plucking frost from embalmed angels with rapidly withering fingers. The abandonment of every nothing in the ocean at the edge of my heart.
4:26 p.m. - 2023-03-23
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