this is just to say i miss going outside

there isn’t an inch of my mind not fingerprinted by

(and this is the worst part)

a variated copy

i want to say that things will be real good

and real soon

but i’ll just be saying that

my shoes miss the concrete

and the carousing wind

that leaves my hair damp of the day

this is just to say i miss going outside

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