late night in a tent

in the back yard, hardly left the suburbs,

aeroplanes flying over, neighbour dogs barking,

but somehow, with the gentle breeze, cool air, hard ground and russle of the night,

I can breath.

i can breath

i can breath

my skin feels soft to touch

and my mind explores ideas with ease,

i can breath

i can breathe

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