WHILE THE MASS EXTINCTIONS went on there were plenty of places you would have thought for all the dark was dislocated and room after room abyss under abyss (dry for once) ran away entirely away ran with the speed light once had until there was no night either no hands you might say could hold up in it the pulse dispersed through the fingertips will be turned back and buried close to the bone with its alternate mother the wind's noise of soothing and emptying no
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