mossy, no...
spiked all about...no
fabrics bannering awarpawoof
turning heads turning
eyes sighting
on
an other...
an other...
gnash/gnash...
the revolution was delayed...
amok ran the streets
blood/salve/scab...
waiting, the
tweak
scuffs its feet/trembles/breathes hard, harder
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