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By AnonymSaul Williams
The forecast is we kiss goodbye and never hello all kisses are then parting kisses
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By AnonymSaul Williams
Who me? I play scales. The scales of dead fish of oil-slicked seas. My sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen trees. And we are the echoes of eternity. Maybe you’ve heard of us. We do rebirths, revolts, and resurrections.
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