gray and red Siamese
Two days I watch the sky.
gray clouds and drizzle swept the outline of my week. Keeps me from working. So allow me to dream.
Dreams that are loops. Loops become larger dreams for more precise, ambitious, crazy. Which gradually become obsessions. With me day and night do not forsake me.
These dreams it's glowing red under the gray sky.
I'm stunned.
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