As we set off, the trail wound its way through towering trees, the sunlight filtering through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. My small legs struggl
👀 And every now and then… somebody might get unalived. 😂 I love being Black, I love Black people, and I will always write stories that center us. So if you’re looking for some Black ass books, with Black ass characters, written by a Black ass author… Welcome, Adina
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Lnflaming the cracks
oight pools beneath my aching fractures
ar giddy in his own delight
scross the glass trampoline
bending shockwaves skipping
Tounces into the window
whe bumbling bloke
marmed by the sun
by ragged walls?
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wIould anyone be interested in a blog where I just post like short stories or maybe longer series of original content? don't really have the dedication and also I wanna be able to just WRITE