obsession bazaar
there was a time when a dime was worth something.
what problem am i having with composition. why am i so obsessed with a low horizon line and infinite sky filling up with bodies. it's a bizarre obsession born on a thick, abrasive pillow.
it's an obsession bazaar
born thickening upon pillow top.
better
words repeated makes more cash.
a low
horizon goes on forever piling up a body count.
a witty line should conclude. but sometimes.
just a word would do.
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