This is the plum season, the nights blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peaches with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples that drop and rot sweetly, their brown skins veined as glands.
Margaret Atwood ╱ Spring Poem.
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deerdusk
Aug 21, 2026 12:06AM
hello everyone !! so sorry for the wait, but i hope you guys enjoy the prologue ☺️☺️ !!https://www.wattpad.com/1652044673?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writ...View all Conversations
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Doomsday ✷ Original Fic.
Doomsday is close at hand, I'll book the marching band.
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