life is cold outside
& my breath is
pure winter
pure inspiration
pure intrigue
with every yawn
is intensity
& uncomforting vibrancy
but I must push through
ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ
ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ
ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ
the lights are all
dancing
& they’ve yet to
teach me
how
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 4:18 PM UTC
life is cold outside
& my breath is
pure winter
pure inspiration
pure intrigue
with every yawn
is intensity
& uncomforting vibrancy
but I must push through
ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ
ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ
ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ
the lights are all
dancing
& they’ve yet to
teach me
how
written December 3, 2009
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