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Winter. Long dragging claws and eyes of black stealing the warmth you so desperately want back. But are its eyes soulless? Autumn. Thick brushes of animal fur and eyes blue and keen dirtying the lawns you just wanted to be green. But is its artwork pointless? Summer. Hot breaths and perspiration on your neck burning the skin you care for during every trek. But are its workers useless? Spring. Cold water rushing to the roots Providing you beautiful poisoned fruits. But is its growth selfless?
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
Seasons of Monsters
Winter. Long dragging claws and eyes of black stealing the warmth you so desperately want back. But are its eyes soulless? Autumn. Thick brushes of animal fur and eyes blue and keen dirtying the lawns you just wanted to be green. But is its artwork pointless? Summer. Hot breaths and perspiration on your neck burning the skin you care for during every trek. But are its workers useless? Spring. Cold water rushing to the roots Providing you beautiful poisoned fruits. But is its growth selfless?
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
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