from the book of hiatus
xi. Wasps at night. The heads of my brothers attached to my brothers. Time gives us god just long enough for it to get away. Sleep is for the perfectly made. Our crooked dog leaves our chewed-up place.
xi. Wasps at night. The heads of my brothers attached to my brothers. Time gives us god just long enough for it to get away. Sleep is for the perfectly made. Our crooked dog leaves our chewed-up place.

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