A sleeping giant rests alone, breathing in and out his nose. Possibly dreaming of a breathtaking cove, where it's warm and wet, surrounded by his friends. A sleeping giant surely knows. That this dream will meet its end. A silent yawn and a stretch of his hand. A sleeping giant wakes up alone. Dreading the day he ever left his home.
kasian reid
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