75 degrees does something to me
February 2nd, 2005 by adriene
the air is filled with nostalgia
my breath tastes of
disembodied
maudlin
patterns of thought
unable to use a naming protocol
in reference to the swirling waters of
my emotional body
I enhale the sunlight
and keep on walking
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