Locked at home.
I am green, and melting.
Melting and coughing...
Coughing and green
and all I want is the wind...
I'm not locked at all,
but chained I mean.
The day is too hot,
and the night is too mean...
It is all the xaos in me,
not the socks in anti-me,
xaos and socks...
are they the same, or just some word game?
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