today what woke me up was a familiar sound,
not of a roommate slamming her door shut,
and not of chatting or giggling from the kitchen.
no, today the air is warm and the clouds are heavy,
and there's a billion people outside, gathered, blowing smoke from their faces.
toronto rain is not soft enough for their fragile skin.
and in my head i'll tell them, "you can waste your youth away all you want,
because today i don't need any of you!"
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