just weeks away now. like the longest day of my life. seasons as hours. seasons as ticks on the clock. but i see it now and i will hold my breath to turn purple like the sky. i will hold my breath. tomorrow in view.
i imagine it will be like winter with too many quilts. words like this. i imagine these words are confused like seasons as hours. but they're words just the same. just words.
tomorrow in view and i'll hold my breath. wonder wonder wonder.
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