Garbage Post: Window Fret

Fresh air isn’t needed closed windows using nails then laughed

Until spring comes, until spring launches

Hey I’m trying to find my way to lose it discover a better path I don’t know anything at all

Choking on smoke from programing favorite hits, screen attempting multiple blocks

Up in the air but not unknown, lost, tossed, boss, I just need a little air

Growth swirling around flowers bursting calming fragrances already

Unchained, my windows circulate wisdom and I’ll study application

Winter ping pangs pains production less, exhale tightly packed stress in growth.

All this to play in grass without bullets, no triggers.

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