Me (neitherday) wrote in dreamhouse,
Me
neitherday
dreamhouse

Counterpart

Counterpart

angry, the wind blows in my window
the walls of the house fight to hold the cold which bites the air
i sit in this structure
i observe the stormy world
with hope of escape
groaning and hissing
wanting to be high with aromatic herb

argumentative old ladies heavily redefine blue
the weather outside is the new blue
opening the windows lets in the dark outlines of trees
the shriek interrupts the squawking
stopping of the wind
i would have paid for this trip
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