"The ever so familiar face of the devourer."

Mosquitos swarm in a cloud of syringes. Taking but never giving. Skin cracks like sun-dried mud in dry river beds. I climb the rocks to watch the earth swallow the sun, and I plead with the worms not to consume my heart completeley. At least not until I see the sun rise one more time.

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