Clouds are heavy. Very heavy. Smokey. Warranting a release-layered. Stacked. Like a backdrop. Unwanted, but true. Inescapable. Up top, deeper-distance, light. Nearly white. From there- I might look white too.
Vantage point. Expectations of alleviation.
Aches. Wrist. Shoulders. Hips. Rusty ball bearings. Baring it all. Squeaking. Pitch, so high. Wheel. Water. Well. Heart strings-violin. Soloist. Wind has my eyes cold. Separate from sockets. Broad.
Half a purple house and a porcupine bag-the conveyor belt of today officially begins.
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