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But what is closure when all is a brumous garden of homesick trains? When whispers are broken kisses where karma sleeps in starry betweens? It supposedly stood before us like smoke on night's horizon: dear mum in nocturnal dress—evil's villainess with terrified shanks. #1linewed https://t.co/bTP5Tk99Oo
Naeberhood, I’m super thankful for all of y’all 💕
You make this fox feel so happy and mah heart feel so full✨
🎨: @/_brumouss_
Come, come, my sweet
Step into the light
Fear not their song
They are Children of the Night
Some call them wolves
How they haunt the #brumous wilds
Guardians of the forest
The human mind they beguile
#macabrewords
The brumous limbo of winter held the warmest days and nights. Gentle sun-fire on my skin, skies abundant with stars, and intoxicating fondness uncovered past an open door. #FridayKiss #FridayPhrases #FP #BardBits #Sunthing #painfulprompts #BraveWrite #vssDreams #MusePrompt