ten twenty five: home from school. and i feel the fatigue, finally.
the air outside is only slightly heavy after the rain, and its freshness swims up my nose and tiny flowers
bloom in my lungs like baby breath.
- you may say that i'm a dreamer; but i'm not the only one -
my shoe laces untie themselves on the way back, and i walk so fast i catch the
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