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Letting loose.
Screams right outside, my window straight from the woods.
A dying animal or my inner animal trying to tell me something.
Mate,kill, enjoy the morning sun on your skin as you awake.
Sometimes I can't think of anything better than running for hours and feeling the wind through my hair.
Maybe putting on some jazz as I lay on the cool grass with a pen and pad.
Maybe I'll write some legendary rhymes, something to fuel the fire.
Perhaps,I could just fall asleep and get some real sleep for the first time in months.
A dying animal or my inner animal trying to tell me something.
Mate,kill, enjoy the morning sun on your skin as you awake.
Sometimes I can't think of anything better than running for hours and feeling the wind through my hair.
Maybe putting on some jazz as I lay on the cool grass with a pen and pad.
Maybe I'll write some legendary rhymes, something to fuel the fire.
Perhaps,I could just fall asleep and get some real sleep for the first time in months.
Published 25th Dec 2018
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