Wind in the day is
stirred and chaos, blue and warm.
Breeze is trees growing.
At night, wind is wild.
Still or vi’lent, shifts me some.
Breeze is neck breath, hot.
chaos
School is Perpetual – So is Chaos and Coffee Consumption and Plant Growth (Hopefully).
Winter quarter was
lulling me into bored death.
Over. Start over.
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