Created OOMs ?

Wither away? A riddled fatherless father strapped me up into the well of the sky, the clouds stretched like rubberbands (or the stars around the Millennium Falcon sometimes), and the wind stripped flat acres into the flowscapes in a vision's hair-piece. Carved above the door of our motion layered pastes of text clung in drooping hives - it read... a very long time.

#writtenoom #lonelyeye 2025-03-06

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