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The sky was alive, convulsing in birth. The moon’s cunt split wider, glowing rivers of gold spilling from her folds, birthing stars in wet screams of light. Each newborn streaked across the heavens, trailing fire like squirts of molten seed. Some clung above, pulsing wetly in their new places among constellations, but others—too heavy with his warmth—fell.
They plunged toward the earth.
The first struck the Milk Sea, exploding in a tidal orgasm that drenched entire ...
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