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the trees smacking the window-
the breeze is slipping through a crack,
i can feel it,
hiting the back of my neck.
and sending shivers through my body.
my heads pounding-
ive been thinking too much again.
and i can smell the smoke,
coming from under my door,
its aroma is circling my clean air,
and i can feel the sent going to my lungs,
i hate that smell.
as i lie in my bed i think of all the wrongs and all the rights,
the dos and donts,
the wishes and hopes.
maybe im just bored.
maybe i should get some rest.





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