I touched my fingers together and sat back against the wooden divider
it seperated me from the vehicles howling home
They were sticky with paint, the brown had dripped all over them
From a window I was a madman dancing around
I was a pervert united in song
I was a chatterbox roaming the grounds
Plants I used to break when I was a kid
Weeds I used to snap, nestled deeply in my palms
it was a far corner of the sports field
Or our farm
Nike Airmax
The howling home
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