When I lay on the itchy grass, it feels like a mass
of little bugs digging into my skin like hugs.
Looking at the clouds, I see many hounds.
Then turning into stars then to cars.
Thinking to myself, those clouds there look like a shelf
with dust gathered on it, reminding me I must clean off my shelf.
As I close my eyes, the sun peaks through like leaks through a roof.
ignoring the light feeling warm, i start kneeling to get back to life.
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