The air wet with long breaths of cold
My feet take me up the canyon to my destination
I think its raining, but I'm to hot to feel it
The sky looks different now, then it did in my 20's
Somehow grayer, but all for the better
Why have I always preferred the breath of the window to yours?
I let go of the ties that keep me alone at night
The air dry with long breaths of warmth
My feet take me down to the valley to my destination
I think its raining, but I'm to frozen to feel it
Break...
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