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[somedaybitch]

it'll be dawn in a few hours. off the Hawaiian coast i won't see squadrons of planes stealing through the early morning clouds. pilots won't burn in their planes on the tarmac and sailors won't drown in the harbor. they did once. and sleeping dragons roused, painting the landscape red. the scorpion's sting was bitter in its unexpected strike, and for a time, the world was on fire. the dragons should have woken sooner, but caves are dark and deep and motion comes slowly.