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to buwaya baby

Dear Buwaya baby, Even a land can be jealous. Even a volcano can get sick of its own disruptions.  It’s easy to find the fault lines. Pointed blame is just that. I’d never blame you, buwaya. The land rips open so that the ocean fish can get slick along the fissure. That atlas moth was employed to cover it up — a scapegoat with wings...

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