Between Two Perfectly Shaped Clouds

Tired TV slouches against the wall.
Iron boards lean down low.
wooden mop
drenched in sweet fluids;
ants floating lifeless.
Chained to an open tap a Freezer; weighed down with spirits
concocts The perfect mix;
tea, sugar, and Arukōru.

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