of issue
rounder as gravity would have it
and the top is drop like.
so rolling down hill finds me with less
but two hands full
and set apart
I think I'll cry.
I think I need to.
I think I aught to.
sailing away into clouds…
fog is the answer.
returns with pictured.
I've kept it separate.
the bottle moved and i fill it with waiting
if only you could help me,
we'd fill it faster.
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