wading into flotsam bay horizon a black chasm punch-drunk tourists angle and flirt hatred on their tongue you can't see the black that I see "at least these people are trying at least they've not lost hope" small black eyes dart around scanning for their prey broadcasting a sickening void peering down on us nothing new was said jokes and threads worn out and retread "well did you enjoy yourself? did you take what was offered to you?"
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