humming to myself
certain songs are on repeat
in my head
smirking
walking through streets
watching myself from above:
i would poke myself
to stop the frowning
guide my chin up to the sun
let it cure you
push air into you
to breathe
when you need to speak
those words
that mean so much to you
hold your arms down
no fisticuffs anymore
send wind to blow out that match
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