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it was summer when i woke up,
heat-haze and sun-stroke
forming a cloud on my mind.
sighing respite washes over me
as a cool breeze blows
through my inviting window
through the arid, heavy air
and enveloped my skin
like a warm embrace.
the air feels soft now,
feather-light atmosphere
showering over
like countless butterflies
nestling in my hair
and tickling my cheeks,
and the cool breeze calms me down
and helps me feel quiet.
time is stretching into one incoherent mess
and i don’t care
i put on some music
swinging my legs and back and forth
and drift off in hazy daydreams
across my hazy days.