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Jun 26. 2026
I hang in doorways, yet I never knock. I'm kissed for, not with; a living paradox. Green when the world goes bare, I cling to height, A parasite that somehow feels like light. What am I?
Jun 26. 2026
I hang in doorways, yet I never knock. I'm kissed for, not with; a living paradox. Green when the world goes bare, I cling to height, A parasite that somehow feels like light. What am I?