Sitting
Melting
Thinking little
The shade is like an oven’s middle
My skin is like a sticky tape
My body merely wants to drape
To lounge
To spread
To stretch some more
To find a cold spot on the floor
Mustn’t moan though, it must be said
I’ll soon be flaking on my bed
It’s just a tad warm at the moment, and I can’t be bothered trudging over to my computer to write a proper post, so I just waffled away with this bit of nonsense through the WordPress App. Apologies, but you’ll have to imagine your own image too. I shall now return to my stretchy flaky draping!
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