warm wind

I feel like I’m dying
I just don’t know it yet
a heartbeat leaving my chest
slowly but surely

the air is stuffy tonight
I wish I was prepared
the warm wind in my hair
I wish I had a chance

but I don’t
and what’s left
is the starred sky below
all for me to gaze

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