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Once the toes are wet, the brain freezes up as well. Only plan: survive.
G. Pearson
My teeth grow hotter Tongue drier & sweat salty Hiding from vultures
Photographic stills Ancient bones at the site We’ve torched time itself
Muscle beneath pelt Pale fur and claws for twelve feet My fear tastes like bile
Ridges cleave open Sun screens burn to smithereens Mars? Arizona!
Pond swells after rain Cactus bitter at it all Progress down the drain