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Weight of the world

You might be the entire world and yet like, Atlas I bear the weights of the heavens aloft.


Heavens adrift.


Right here, when I blow this grey piece of fluff and feather off my shoulders.


The world is oddly spinning except for my mind. Well, that’s everywhere.


Again, I digress.


I was merely conveying my heartfelt emotions at this very moment.


My bodily functions have taken over, oddly enough again.

 
 
 

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