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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