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Heat, “hell can’t be hotter” kinda heat
Pavement that scorches the soles
Ripping curses from grimaces
And wholesome hallelujahs
After feet find grassy relief
Even the squirrels stayed sedentary today
The birds mum
Morning glories sealed shut
No worship for the weary
Lest they wilt away
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that is crazy where r u