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lazarus (54)

a call, a call, hey I’m okay are you Lazarre Lazuuu? you are dreaming again. not good. the desert the patrol three, ten, years. it is bending. your bed. the inside of your head. you dread sleep. dread the night Lazarre o. o. o. grey folds hold more than anyone. can bear. o. o. o. Lazuuuu. you call. hey I’m here. still. pick up the phone for you. why. because. because you. are heard. because. this, Lazarre. we promised. you. we told you. we’ll share the flicker of rotor shadows on sand. with you. even this many years after. so call. a call. you called. hey I’m okay. are you?

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