Scarecrow Questions — O at the Edges

Scarecrow Questions Though my tongue withers from disuse and drought, I taste from across the sea astringent smoke and the progeny of a hundred bullets buzzing by like misguided insects through the theater of the dying, and I question how pride and greed, hubris and fear, unwind their cords to detonate these differing yet tangled […]

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