Running Home
I find myself in a classroom
Facing an open window
Outside, a fiery breeze
Inside, rough scratches
I jump through the window
The glass disappearing as I jump
The wind rushes through my heart
Colors whirling in my eyes
Green, blue, and red dazzle me
My feet bounce on the concrete
My mind leaving the world below
I'm nearly home
I'm still running
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