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sounds made by explosions, tremors, and rolling boulders
the haunted space disrupted, bodies in relation
shivering with cold
on the other hand, of the left behinds
and now you're laughing again
rows of sharp white teeth bared
screams, cries, and moans, constantly forming new patterns
i mean it's fucked up, i'm afraid, i want to go home! scratch words on the trees

2,400 degrees
a seated human skeleton
everything is cool, but it's harder