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I'm on the roof again up & down not standing, nor jumping reading accepting the sun's kiss through the wind's bite like the cool smoke from a menthol dart, piercing my lungs The warmth does little to soothe the icefall in my heart. I'm on the floor again wet under a grey blanket too small for me weighted to emulate a body too light for me but sufficient for now. Perhaps I'll take it into the sun with me warm and heavy but it will block the breeze the coolness I'm now accustomed to but do not seek
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May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 4:13 PM UTC
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I'm on the roof again up & down not standing, nor jumping reading accepting the sun's kiss through the wind's bite like the cool smoke from a menthol dart, piercing my lungs The warmth does little to soothe the icefall in my heart. I'm on the floor again wet under a grey blanket too small for me weighted to emulate a body too light for me but sufficient for now. Perhaps I'll take it into the sun with me warm and heavy but it will block the breeze the coolness I'm now accustomed to but do not seek
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May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 4:13 PM UTC
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