| Rick Ollman's ............................................ SiteSuiteSight all soul's solace The Downslope Deep Face Tandems Quirk in Progress Lover's Uncollected Abaci |
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| breathlessly gathering moss 1 little parasites at last fallen beneath the treads of the basement staircase moist, desperate shelters a chilled memory of humus the decadence of bone breathlessly gathering moss 2 impossible to miss the martial sound escaping notice, but anyone here can feel the spreading membranes spilling in the dark like fruit rotting in the dissipation of nights between the wars 3 a growling, howling hunger curls next to us and makes itself comfortable as can be expected, filling the time we had all we ever wanted we tell ourselves, all we ever hoped to want |
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