OOMs

A centrepunch laid the eye through the bleachers to the bone sands with the withered crocs. Teeth of brought narrow scythe reap streetlamps, into the gunnysack with the bleachers.
Winds ram their hair through the scene, bringing another coated one, setting to rights the fibers clinging on every surface, tending them on the pile, to watch them grow in halflight.

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