in one pocket
a flower and a bullet
a thunder storm
with objects around me
i wake up on a moan
a high scream
my fingers reach
the blue curtains
so see the sun
to get a clearer view
a brighter view
i breathe
my heart wishes for
longer days
cooler nights
quieter streets
more smiles
less tears
and shorter miles
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