A sequel to a shared coma, conjured from a million threads and featherdown. The self-indulgent psychology of philosophs while waist-deep in salt. Peeling away layers of zombified drowsiness with a razor tongue. A halo made from spacecrafts and errant clouds. Fired and forgotten in the early fall evening. Following on the heels of self-excoriating confessional. The promise of high tides, broken. Too little sand left to spread across fatigued shoulders.
11:14 p.m. - 2018-10-09
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Chapter Climax - 2018-10-22
Of Cats - 2018-10-22
Evaporating Tide - 2018-10-16
Arrestimus Memento - 2018-10-16
Years of Manifested Cheer - 2018-10-16
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