the birds are chirping just before the storm again
we’ve been here before, if you can think back far enough-
if you can travel through the dreams we all share
and hear the faint sirens in the distance as we walk outside
and look up to a neon sky of jellyfish…
SpongeBob, where’s my order?
Did you look under the tray?
Oh. No I didn’t, sorry.
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There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truely loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human.
Others include throwing their human clothes at it and it’d turn back but that’s a bit less romantic