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fish in a lake

escape is impossible when the night strikes and the dew frog sinks vomit in the pool of drying water dumping itself into the sky mocking the tadpole starving them of water sucking them into the dirt as the sun watches them stumble dare i say, even leeches deserve a better fate than to dance in a pencil sharpener filled with salt and ashes

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