me

I wander.

I click and I clack

I breath white smoke.

I taste the sun and I swallow the moon.

I run through forests of buildings and highways and continents and cities

and dreams.

I run to the light.

That familiar humming of the night

that sonorous whistle breaking morning.

that's me.

that's me.

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