We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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hollow below
A chill crept into my bones but the caricaurs were starting to link arms and approach the water, shouting at me that they were coming to help so I dove under
caricaur lore
The moon winked out. The silver glow to the water faded and the liquid arms suffocating
picture in my ribs
Oof. Time to take a photo of the feeling in my ribs and study it long enough to put the sensation into sounds that mean things to the creases in my skull. Echo this translation, I feel like crying, wanna go dancing violent enough to throttle wind, I would wish away the night if I…
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Jordyn Saelor 