We are lovely freaks,
Arriving on storm-chasing echoes,
Myopic, the lament creaks,
In corridors of silhouetted hellos.

Can you hear it?
Silence in heart's moonlit meek?
Snake oil in mystical ingots,
Of sand when I had you weak.

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hello thanks for the share! im alec and i make lots of anthro but also human and fandom digital stuff (2nd char belongs to @/rockandiii)

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