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What atrocities have these people been allowed to forget? The bleary-eyed doctor that tousles my child’s wayward hair, the old woman two doors down who claims to remember my father when he was a boy... and all I see are the shadows that evil shrugged off, the abandoned sickness that hauls up the spikes of their smiles. The only people to trust are browbeaten hookers and professional liars.
— Jan 09, 2025 06:35PM
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We sail through most days dressed in strangers
and unmarked souls. Children of singing suicides, their magic plundered
and sucked out like sweet fruit, empty their bruises onto dirty plates. Iron
faces fat and slumberous from the death machine drift up to the shoreline
decks, their weightless tongues grubbing ante-mortem blood.
— Jan 29, 2025 02:09PM
and unmarked souls. Children of singing suicides, their magic plundered
and sucked out like sweet fruit, empty their bruises onto dirty plates. Iron
faces fat and slumberous from the death machine drift up to the shoreline
decks, their weightless tongues grubbing ante-mortem blood.
