and these times i can't sleep sometimes
these times leave me dreaming
without dreaming, really,
still awake you know,
not asleep, but
i'm still drea
-ming. d-r-
e-a-m-i-
n-g.
so it's september apparently
but i haven't changed my
calendar, i might now
since it's the 6th.
six days on aug-
ust when it's
really sept-
ember you
wouldn't
know
unl
ess
you
were
me i don't
quite keep track
of days like most people
i just kind of drift through
drift through like a zephyr doing its thing
drift though like a stranger on the street
when autumn's air decides to breathe in
after the indian summer's all choked out
i root
i trunk
i tree
i branch
i leaf
i sprout
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