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We live as summer lightening.

Heated, dangerous, and
undeniably mesmerizing.

My eyes are turned upward,
waiting for rain that may never come.

My lips remain parted,
breathing in your dry indifference.
I may write more on this, I don't know yet.

I hate the title. Anyone have something more creative?
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