"Still, I waded.
A rape he paraded,
a few…
Still I was all:
a wall, its rafts.
A last fire rlses solemn.
I’ll, as I go, fade.
I died.
I saw a side.
I died.
A fog is all in me:
losses, ire, rifts
A last far still
A wall as a will it’s
We faded.
A rape he paraded.
A will it’s."
--@merlinaacevedo.bsky.social
"In the end, we will not remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
— MLK Jr.
Still true in 2025" --@timberbams.bsky.social
"heavy rain / the pobblebonk / calls for a mate."
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