Hair
Hibernation, dehydration, cold as the sky, white lights cold nights the anxiety's high, hot air orange hair, the choking is caught, what about all the mornings that we almost forgot, what about all the nights, the breeze wasn't wheezing, or the coughs we had with coffee, no death from the sneezing, what about the warm shadows, the fan in the wall, an open window makes it so, you sleep without doll, lonely nights you stop to wake up there gently reminded, that if you could reach out to her, you would be a fool slow minded, but now the coughs are muffled, a tangerine call, the air has smoked more days than trump but now it's just dull
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