est elle
@estelle-hancliver.bsky.social
Only poetry can save me now.
Truth, when pure and unadorned, merits utterance.
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October 1, 2025 at 11:49 PM
Truth, when pure and unadorned, merits utterance.
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(s)lumber
In slumber, Hope whispered of peace.
Upon waking, she found Good buried beneath the stone monument,
suffocated in the rubble of humanity's despair.
Startled, she set forth.
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In slumber, Hope whispered of peace.
Upon waking, she found Good buried beneath the stone monument,
suffocated in the rubble of humanity's despair.
Startled, she set forth.
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September 30, 2025 at 10:58 PM
(s)lumber
In slumber, Hope whispered of peace.
Upon waking, she found Good buried beneath the stone monument,
suffocated in the rubble of humanity's despair.
Startled, she set forth.
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In slumber, Hope whispered of peace.
Upon waking, she found Good buried beneath the stone monument,
suffocated in the rubble of humanity's despair.
Startled, she set forth.
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