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tide of bendy light strike us like wet parentheses almost covering what our skin cannot muster we held our hands out beckoning for the dead men to come instead we’ve had our calls answered with fruit spoken out over the years like left handed pitches “i summon thee,” we said when it was he that summoned us instead

Description
tide of bendy light strike us like wet parentheses almost covering what our skin cannot muster we held our hands out beckoning for the dead men to come instead we’ve had our calls answered with fruit spoken out over the years like left handed pitches “i summon thee,” we said when it was he that summoned us instead