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           INK. / THE HUSH OF DUSK

       🧸 umbered hues bleed upon timeworn parchment,
           ushering a wistful heart toward its tender ache,
               poesy : a sanctum for the affections i cradle —
                   certain sentiments linger in the hollows of reverie.

🎀 CHP. O1, in the quiet cradle of gloaming.


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe extraordinary vivid
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤof the ink in the white
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpaper of mine is solid
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwith the hope of a poet
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤinside the black ink. 🧸
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

❤️ㅤthe crepuscular recollection murmurs a lesson — of a spectral wolf beneath twilight’s hush, its growl, a low hymn that stirs the marrow with curious solace. 🧸


the kine, the sparrow, and all things gentle quivered in the hush, foreseeing the unspoken hunt. but how does a beast claim the instinct of pursuit, when its claws have never tasted defiance, and its fangs have only known silence? 🎞️🎞️