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the room in which (that You described) the bluing sky of You beseeched a silver thread that laces clouds & shrouds the shape that scars beget ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ oh You crow! intelligent soul! See Yourself as I pleasure to: an alloy of the silkest armour, the freshest metal called an aura confdent in belief & hoping feet find roots & extract meaning homeful in art, creation's cradle white hot pressure breaking seams You might feel slow in motion, tho I see how time bows in your favour 'bend, don't break ' advice to You is a gun to the ocean is a bullet to the blue
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May 27
May 27, 2026 at 5:07 AM UTC
the room in which (that You described)
the room in which (that You described) the bluing sky of You beseeched a silver thread that laces clouds & shrouds the shape that scars beget ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ oh You crow! intelligent soul! See Yourself as I pleasure to: an alloy of the silkest armour, the freshest metal called an aura confdent in belief & hoping feet find roots & extract meaning homeful in art, creation's cradle white hot pressure breaking seams You might feel slow in motion, tho I see how time bows in your favour 'bend, don't break ' advice to You is a gun to the ocean is a bullet to the blue
a reply to a friend
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May 27
May 27, 2026 at 5:07 AM UTC
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