A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
It is 02:31 a.m. here as I have begun to devise and type the prompt for this week. It is stifling hot outside but the AC is doing its job well as I am shivering a bit sitting on the mattress; my back angled in a posture so that it must appear as if I am going to fall into the screen and become an electronic code, ending the way of feelings that have guided me thus far in my life.
the canopy of my frame
drenched in cold wonder
This week, I would like you to analyze everything that you can at this very moment of time and write a haiku or tanka or both to commemorate these few moments of this day of your life.
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