The wanting lingers
heavy, smothering,
like pasty follicles
Such daunting fingers
boney, crackling
like iron manacles
Of haunting singers
raspy, wailing
like rusted nails
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- Scene 69: Rolls of Sugar
- Scene 68: Remedy
- Scene 67: Unrhyme
- Scene 66: Little Darks
- Scene 65: Resignations
- Scene 64: Along the Sidewalk
- Scene 63: But No
- Scene 62: Under the Tundra
- Scene 61: Their Own Reality
- Scene 60: Back to the Sky
- Scene 59: Falling High
- Scene 58: Substitute
- Scene 57: Dining for Answers
- Scene 56: Blending
- Scene 55: Absence
- Scene 54: No Cigars
- Scene 53: Fade to Grey
- Scene 52: Goodbye and its Ever After
- Scene 51: Marching
- Scene 50: Old Shadows
- Scene 49: The Wanting
- Scene 48: Were
- Scene 47: Brown Gold and Silver
- Scene 46: Deep White
- Scene 45: Shower
- Scene 44: Something
- Scene 43: Roots of Love
- Scene 42: Brushes
- Scene 41: Line of Liars
- Scene 40: Epiphany
- Scene 39: Less Spoken Side of the Sky
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