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[glennornitier]

i'd roll the windows up if they weren't smashed in. this pollutant smog covering the city is sucking me so thin.
            i'm not very inconspicuous while i'm lost in an explosion of confetti, 
                                                                                within a deep black sea that matches my pupils, 
                                                                                peering up from the blades of grass in your lawn. 
night time isn't as warm anymore without   tea   and   safety blankets. 
                                                           the trees are swaying against the wind, 
     a n d     i don't know how it's happening. 
                                                        all of my daydreams are wishful thinkings, 
                                                                        and nightmares are regrets. 
                                                         i can't see myself and i can't keep routines; 
                                     i can't sleep with myself. i need to know what this wind whistling means