beshears
all sharp nails and sharper teeth, a hurricane of blades eager to be blooded. the taste on their tongue dances like fire, but they can't stop, not yet, not until the sun rises.
hear a pin drop here and there but can't find it where oh where in the haystack nothing ever comes out of the haystack it's always lost lost no way home for me or you and certainly not us.
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the words beshears reaches for
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