Wind

the wind buffets my windows 

great gusts gushing to greater heights 

they keep me in my home by keeping me out of their home 

but i'm fine with that 

so i sit, cozy, wrapped in a blanket, 

listening to the wind buffeting my windows 

e

ender

VT

18 years old

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