The sky is stoic
I can’t look away
Treetops moving together
Locked and loaded
Thoughts pour into my conscious
The downspout is flooded
Circling, Circling
A murmuration of time
What the fuck are we doing…
Rupture – January 8, 2026
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The sky is stoic
I can’t look away
Treetops moving together
Locked and loaded
Thoughts pour into my conscious
The downspout is flooded
Circling, Circling
A murmuration of time
What the fuck are we doing…
DoRee MelNic 
Love this one, however bleak 🖤🖤
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Thank you, friend. ❤️
However bleak it feels, I see glimmers of hope in togetherness, persistence, kindness, and love. Let’s hope the later prevails. ❤️❤️❤️
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Let’s hope indeed.
And you’re welcome ☺️🖤
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❤️
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