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Hands in dark earth, water rises to meet the sky.

Finally, a store dedicated to the body's forgotten middle child.

Where claws hold candles and strange creatures share bread.

Grey skies witness four souls summoning sound from strings.

Silver hair meets stadium lights, defying every quiet year.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

Man eats eyeballs while creature offers more on platter.

Simple line drawing of a small seated animal.

Fish therapist sprays doctor, fish cult worships him.

Doctor examines giant worm-creature wearing a top hat.

Wild thunder, caged beside a sleeping afternoon.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Everyone here has googly eyes except the liver.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.