(&.) 🍶—— @Twiithral ’s. 𐀶 claimed the heat, the laughter, the salt-kissed skin of dusk, as if they were heirlooms etched with petals. sky, nacreous and infinite, bent low enough to touch, and i mistook proximity for possession.
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