I sometimes fear in the smallest corners of myself that all my love is anchorless,
but when it culminates into a coming wave, it weathers us
into the wretched forge of brutal, relentless belonging
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 8:33 PM UTC
I sometimes fear in the smallest corners of myself that all my love is anchorless,
but when it culminates into a coming wave, it weathers us
into the wretched forge of brutal, relentless belonging
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