8. Release
- I crave the release of summer
and what comes with it
resting under tree limbs
grass tickling my skin,
soft pages fluttering
in the breeze, endless time.
Take away my screen
and give me the sky
I want to breathe in
without deadlines
grasping my lungs,
lay my head down
without tension,
laugh without guilt.
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