honey whiteAs I suck down another refrainitching arms to feathered brainanticipation like grass colored camphor bladeslittle nicks at the webbing of tapered digits.Tempered steel clings my bare dilated throat one more tidal wave to smash the trembling boatexhausted pupils and war-map White Riversquaking the honey-less lion to the quick.Tender my resignation through the guise of shock white tablets.
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