better run thru the jungle
february is on my mind
but she’s nowhere in sight
pretend morning fog
whispers in my ear
you’ve got no place to go
so I curse the winds
stuff suffocating thoughts
inside my pockets
telling myself
one day I’ll see the light
I keep waking up
in the middle of the night
trees burning brightly
firefighters fighting
for a clear path out
january two thousand twenty
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