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the void was invited to the poke restaurant in my place because i was too busy counting all the pearls in my head i am splashing in the endless emerald sea, scooping as much brine as i can handle into my mouth, eager to be filled with anything but heartbeats and dreams
a haggard eldritch hag, made of tentacles and ether and draped in tourmaline, embraces me by the reef.