Absence of shaded rosy liquid holders
The inability to be in one setting
The edge is where all of the functions are kept
The glasses of so many hours are 9 ft tall- they have faces- some happy, some angry
Never knowing what will be received
Framing in- blocked behind
Here- in smaller form
In need of the uprising
No longer clutching to a whim that’s locked away
The game of guessing needs a new member.
My name is Kay….otherwordly, spacey-type things inspire me….
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