Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

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Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.