I have to relax in Scottsdale the sun shines so fiercely it yells at my anxieties...pay attention to me...there is no time for you...only I exist. I see the large manhole cover the steam rising from its tortured lid and think of it as a gateway to other more magical worlds.
My body absorbs the heat and calls for more. Between the sun and the desert winds, my soul is wicked dry of anxiety and fears.
To live in a place where the door is turquoise because I made it so...
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