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Fanly day

The air leveled my temprature

Bed under my back

how come I can see the sky?!

it's just my Fan

with me into my room

emptying my emptiness

I'm not warm anymore

but I sense the breathes

between me and the sight

the roof's holding on

Fan keeps controling on

Me  My bed  The room

still, I hear the breathes

slowly, quietly inside me

the door's been closed

The fan turns on and on