#1403

The walls crush in
I know every crack
Every mar
Their surfaces dingy
From breath and smoke
I long to burst free
Of this rented cocoon
Even if only to flit
For a bit
Than to stay bound here
By plaster and paint
On this street
In this town
As long as the wind blows
Take me away
Away somewhere else
I just can’t stand the
Sighed
Sight
Site
Of this ceiling

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